Sophia Green Novels & Stories

Ana hisses, immediately she brings out a pack of cigarette. She turns to her flatmate, who is also talking a puff, asking for the lighter. Sophia hands it over to her, meanwhile, Kat walks in with an overnight bag, clad in a short gown, which didn't hide her cleavages. With the way she was chewing her gum, then knew she had gotten a big catch. Or an important client has called. "This one you are leaving like you won't be back in some days?" Sophia asks with a raised eyebrow. Meanwhile, Ana continues taking a puff.

Those who don’t have immortality crave it and those who do have it, resent it. “Sophia! Get ready! You will be late!” A lady screamed, her voice reverberating through every wall in the house. “Arrrghhh! I can’t get any fucking reading done!” Sophia cussed under her breath. Sophia was an aspiring brunette writer in her late teens about to start college. She was a fit lady with shoulder-length hair, she had glasses on with an open book right in front of her. Her room was like the room of any teenager her age, except she had posters of famous gore movies and comics plastered across every corner on her walls, unlike the average teenagers that were all about boys.

"What're ya getting at?" "Sophia Evergreen drops today. But her end won't be calm. Won't be done. She'll hang between breathing and gone. Not here or there. Hurting forever. And you'll see it. Can't aid. Can't rescue. Can't do zilch but watch her hurt." "You're full of it." "Am I? See. See her dim. See her stick. See her turn into something not living or dead. Something wrecked past fix. And know ya could've stopped it. Could've ended me fast. Could've wrapped me before I got to damn her."

Sophia George had become more than a name—she was a symbol. And when she entered the room, the energy shifted. Sophia didn’t glide in like someone seeking revenge. She didn’t arrive with fury in her eyes or vengeance in her step. She wore navy—elegant, clean, unfussy. No jewelry, only a single pin on her lapel bearing her foundation’s emblem. Her natural curls were loose, flowing past her shoulders like a quiet statement. She looked serene. She looked whole. She looked like a woman who had finally come to close a chapter.

LEILA . . “Okay, L, focus This one” Sophia held up a dress, a swirl of emerald green silk, her eyes wide with evangelical fervor. We were in a dressing room at Bergdorf Goodman, surrounded by discarded garments and Sophia’s boundless enthusiasm. After my reluctant promise not to entirely self-immolate with work, she’d taken my agreement to a ‘possible date’ as a green light to initiate a full-scale wardrobe intervention. “Soph, it’s a lot of green,” I said, looking at the shimmering fabric.

I can finally see her and not just perceive her. "Alexios, how great to see you again." Sophia's mom's voice might have sounded friendly, but her eyes, her gaze were anything but friendly. "And who is this pretty lady beside you?" She asked referring to Ophelia. "You all heard that right? I am a lady not a kid!" Ophelia snorted using the mind link. "That's my youngest Ophelia." Mom answered smiling. "She is an eight grader." I almost laughed as mom added that. Ophelia's reaction was priceless and I wished I had captured that.

Sadie and I have been in Baker now for two months. Going by the names Katie and Nick. Sadie turns eighteen in three days. It’s hard to believe that she is seven months pregnant, but her stomach grows every day. I got a job right away and Sadie wanted to do something besides stay at home all day. I found a way for us to have all the legal documents we would need to become Nick and Katie. Sadie went and decided that she wanted to go and take some classes during the day. Sadie wants to become a counselor to help people. She never really had someone to help her and she wanted people to know she could help.

Sophia glanced at me sideways. “So, what made the successful Mr. Julian Harrington drink himself into oblivion?” she teased. “Woman trouble? Business stress? Or both?” I smirked. “A little bit of everything. Let’s just say recent events have been… complicated.” We entered a high-end boutique. I told the attendant to bring out their best casual and formal collections. Sophia tried on several dresses, coming out to show me each one. She looked stunning in a sleek emerald green dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

he replied with a grin. --- By the second event, the tension was clear. They were at a garden party this time. Sophia wore a silky emerald green dress that showed off her legs. Gabriel couldn’t stop staring. “You know, if keep looking at me like that and people are going to think we’re really fucking,” she teased as they stood by the bar. Gabriel took a sip of his drink and leaned close. “Would that be so bad?” Sophia’s nipples tightened against the thin fabric. “We have rules.”

If he ever lays a hand on Cleo I will make sure he pays. Sophia was Giovanni's teacher . She had a crush on me and I knew that because she always left me notes , that later became requests, leading to numbers being exchanged and her ending up at one of my apartments not penthouse . I wasn't in love , she was or so I thought until I found out she was sleeping with Duncan ...that traitor. I used protection every time . The only time I didn't was with Nina but she did. Cleo had me try out the feather light variant of a popular brand and it felt awesome. I can't remember half of Friday night all I remember is taking Cleo over and over again on her bed and the weather was playing along . I have t