Sophia Green Novels & Stories

I don't know how someone like her could prepare such an idea. "Hope it works?" I asked her and she smiled a cunning smile. Sophia's POV "Today is another day, Sophia". I yawned lazily. I got down from the bed and rushed to the bathroom to take a quick bath. Ater my ride with Tony, I just climbed on the bed and slept. I forgot to take my bath and also check my phone. I wore a blue body hugging gown. Looking at myself in the mirror, I think I should have gone for green. I changed into my green sleeveless tank top, with a black tight jean. I polished off my ensemble with lemon green sandals.

Ava gasps in shock. “Don’t call me that!” Sophia Green blasts at Ava, “Don’t you know who your grandmother is?! She is the woman you have never visited for years! I thought she deserved that being the snob she is, but I was wrong about you! You are a snake, a snake!!!” Tears come out of Ava’s eyes. But before she could even say a thing, Sophia Green falls backward with her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “Holy shit!” Scott rushes up and catches Sophia Green before her head could hit the ground.

The door opened, and Sophia stepped inside, with a folder in her hands. “Mr. Mahone,” she began, in her professional tone, “I wanted to remind you about the meeting scheduled for this afternoon. It’s in an hour, and the materials are ready for review.” I nodded, but my attention wasn’t on her words. It was on her. She wore a simple blouse and pencil skirt, her hair pinned back in a way that framed her face perfectly. There was a quiet elegance about her, a grounded heat that stood in the contrast to the polished perfection my mother valued in Cindy.

James, one of the guards who was there, also stood up and added more fuel to the fire. I could feel Helios pushing to take control and challenge those people, they were being disrespectful to the future Luna! "So what?" A female voice rings out from the other side of the podium and I see Sophia appear. She's wearing a basic dressing gown, her face is a little pale, but she's still heading towards Achilles. "So what if I'm a witch? Or if I'm a vampire? Maybe I'm a fairy? Is anyone here going to have a problem with that?" Her voice was serious, and she just didn't seem scared at all.

I was as good as finished. The crowd was captivated. Applause echoed. Cameras clicked. Sophia. The room seemed to shift the moment she appeared. She wore a light yellow dress, the fabric glowing under the lights like it had been touched by the sun itself. Intricate embroidery and beadwork shimmered with every step she took, catching the light in a way that made her look almost… ethereal. Her blonde hair framed her face perfectly, her green eyes sharp and confident. Her theme was clear.

A full, noisy laugh, all tiny teeth and unreasonable confidence. I power-walked several yards behind them, phone in hand, one earbud in, our group FaceTime open, and my lungs already reminding me that saving Pilates videos in a folder titled Start Next Week did not improve cardiovascular health through intention alone. On-screen, Sofia appeared against the Egyptian desert, wearing a field hat, her dark hair braided and her skin lit by the sun in a way that made her look like an archaeologist in an expensive movie who was about to fall in love with a deeply problematic professor.

I was about to ask what creation created such a sound but thought otherwise when two creatures walked towards us. "Those are the Prince's friends, companions," Shelliot explained. "That one," She pointed at the goddess with the flowing yellow hair, "Sophia, and that one next to her is Alex." Wow! Sophia had the features of a mermaid. Her glowing yellow hair flowed to her back. She wore what Shelliot called a dress. It was the same green color as her eyes, giving them a rather exotic look. She wore the dress as if it was a second skin. It hugged every one of her curves.

She rested her hand on hers. Sofia Brown, a person with a dramatic and exuberant personality; She may look like a person who always spreads positive energy around her surroundings, but behind the feisty comebacks, Sofia had grievances, bitterness, and regrets which she wanted to forget but she could not move on from it.

After finishing up her matter, Sophia came out of the loo to wash her hands, where she found a middle aged lady in olive green wrap up gown tightly hugging her body like a second layer of her own skin. In spite of the fact being beautiful, she caked her face with extra make up, and was busy in fixing her already blood red lips coated with maroon plastic colour. Looking at Sophia’s reflection, the lady passed her a smile, to be exact a sly smile and for some reason, to Sophia it looked as though one is familiar.

Sophia smiled. She was dressed in a striking black gown that fitted tightly to her body, displaying without any hinderance the splendor of her womanhood. Her long black hair lapped behind her back . Around her neck was a gold necklace laced with sparkling diamond crystals. On her wrists were two silver bangles . Without any sort of doubt, Sophia looked the best version of her beauty. No one would dare to.say they recognized her at first sight. She looked exactly like a goddess, goddess of beauty. A thick black lip gloss that shimmered under the light was used on her lips while an eye pencil was used right under her eyes. Everything was in black. And it gave the daring look of the Luna over a