Sophia Green Novels & Stories

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

I giggle knowing he is frustrated that he has to share me with his mother today but I am interested in finding out if there is something more to me than just being human. Sophia and a dark haired woman sat outside on the back patio as they sipped on tea and when we approached them the dark haired woman stood and I was able to fully take her in. She was slender with raven black hair that fell to the bottom of her back and her green eyes reminded me of my own. She was absolutely breathtaking and I wonder how old she was because she didn’t look a day older than me.

The sharp sound it made instantly drew everyone’s attention. "Good evening, everyone," Sophia began with a sly smile. "I’m Sophia Latino, the girlfriend of Jayson Williams." Her words caused the crowd to break into murmurs of disbelief and curiosity. "If you think I’m lying, dare him to deny it," she challenged, her gaze locking on Jayson. Her smile widened as she saw his fists clench tightly.

"Girl, that dress was made for you. I swear Adrian’s jaw will drop when he sees you in that." I glanced in the mirror, struck by how the fabric seemed to make my skin glow. “You really think so?” I asked, striking a little pose with a laugh. “Absolutely. Trust me, the man’s not going to know what hit him,” Sophia said, nudging me with a grin. Feeling encouraged, I tried on the second dress—this one an elegant emerald green with a subtle slit up the side and a flattering neckline. I stepped out of the dressing room, and Sophia’s jaw actually dropped this time.

Friday came faster than Izzy expected. She changed three times. Not because she didn't know what to wear but because each option felt like a statement and she wasn't sure which statement was right for dinner with the woman who could influence Alex's entire board. Sophie sat on her bed watching the process with a cup of tea. "The green," Sophie said. "I wore green to the foundation gala." "You looked incredible at the foundation gala." "Elena wasn't at the foundation gala forming an opinion about me."

Sometimes, I forget I'm in a city at all. I come around a bend and slow to a stop. Ahead, someone's kneeling on the ground, digging in the dirt and pulling weeds. I watch for a second, thinking it's a member of the gardening staff, until she sits up and wipes her forehead with the back of her wrist. It's Sophia. She's in jeans and a light blue top with a bandana over her hair and gloves on her hands. I've never seen her in anything but couture before, and this is almost surreal, watching her work in the dirt. Eros made it sound like Sophia would never be caught dead getting her hands dirty.

NO ONE LOOKED AT SOPHIA MORALES TWICE I could be Santa on a sleigh riding through the sky and no one would notice . Gurls like me are hardly ever seen. I’m the one holding the elevator door open, the one picking up the folders someone else dropped. I’m “Thanks, uh… Sophia, right?” and “please will you be kind as to grab us coffees too?”

Sophia didn’t want to go, especially with her emotions still in turmoil, but did she have any other choice? After getting ready, Sophia went downstairs and greeted Dana, having a small bite of her breakfast. Dana protested her unhealthy eating habits, but Sophia ignored her and said goodbye. Since Sir Harrith hadn’t mentioned anything about the purpose of Albert’s summons, Sophia opted for casual attire. She wore a pair of well-fitting jeans that hugged her long legs perfectly, paired with a loose white shirt, a black sling bag, and matching boots. Her long, dark brown hair was casually braided, with stray hairs sticking out here and there. She wore minimal makeup, almost opting not to wear

CHAPTER 1 Sophia “Stars Don't Wear Off-Brand Cotton” “So… what do you think?” I stood at the door, still vibrating from the bumpy ride back from my afternoon deliveries. Daphne was standing in the center of the room, looking less like my sister and more like a model on a Parisian runway. She was draped in a dark green, crocodile-skin leather mini skirt that shimmered with the kind of glossy arrogance usually reserved for billionaire ex-wives.

Always with the same excuse: "Sophia needs me." Just as our appetizers arrived, I noticed Liam's eyes widen. Following his gaze, my heart sank. Sophia Clarke stood there, radiant in a white dress that clung to her slender frame, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes—those large, seemingly innocent blue eyes—scanned the room until they landed on our table. A slow smile spread across her face.