Sophia Green Novels & Stories

She kept her hands steady as she added the tea bag to her cup. “About what?” Mia asked. Her voice was calm. Professional. Giving nothing away. “About Damien,” Sophie said. She moved closer, her heels clicking against the tile floor. “About the fact that you’re clearly obsessed with him and I need to know what your endgame is.” Mia finally turned to face her. Sophie was beautiful today. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves. Her makeup was perfect. Her green dress hugged her curves in a way that was professional but also deliberate. She looked like someone who knew exactly how attractive she was and used it as a weapon.

I looked to Sonya and she said miss Sofia is in the closet probably doing some online shopping and organizing she isn't in a good mood so be be cautious when you enter she pointed to the closet door. I went inside, Sofia was sitting down on a stool with her laptop in front of her. She was just in her bra and panties. The closet was huge like a clothing store or something. "Hey." I said. She quickly turned and saw me standing by the door. "What do you want Noah? If you are here to insult me or call me a spoilt brat I'm not really in the mood," she said as she rolled her eyes.

One thing about Sophia is she never taps out [Don't yell at me, ass hole! You just made me tap out. I was in the f**king middle of something!] Sophia replied irritated. "I can't believe I just won against you!!" The warrior she started with said. Sophia rolled her eyes irritated, and went to pick a bottle of water. [Selena lost consciousness], Sophia spat out the whole water from her mouth when she heard this, before she knew it she disappeared from the field shocking the guy she was sparring with. He still wasn't used to her being a hybrid.

He introduced, and stretched his hands to her. 'I don't think he is some cheap guy, it won't be bad to give him a chance, let's see how it goes' She thought. "I'm Sofia, Sofia Salvador, the CEO of Elegant designer company, I help my father run his company." She responded, and shook his hands. Sofia loves to drink, smoke and go clubbing. But because of her status, and the type of prominent people she runs mind with, she can't let people find out about her lifestyle.

The lady, Sophia's mother suddenly gets up and stands in front of her daughter. -Sophia ya niak diom,ya dioudo if guiléme namp if mbam,Sophia nii ngamay fayé,yaw ya niak diom if sa bopp,yaw amo bene foula sissa bopp yaw Ndeye Sophia Fall,Sophia kone yaw farantou nga nekké if deuk bi,ya niak diom ba sa faar di la door, Sophia you really lack shame, you have no respect for your person, Sophia that's how you thank me after all I've done for you, Ndeye Sophia kane then

I continue, my tone growing colder, "is not just any girl. She is Sophia Mikhail Michaelson, my mate, Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack." "Sophia," I say her name slowly, letting the full weight of her identity settle on them, "is an individual with her own identity. And no one... especially not Gregor... has the right to claim her." "Sophia is my mate, and anyone who thinks they can take her from me will find themselves wishing they had never drawn breath."

Typical Chris. Sophia shoots me a glare. “Is that how it is?” Sophia is undeniably attractive, with a model-like body, a slender frame, big blue eyes, and brown hair. My eyes unintentionally wandered down her body. She's wearing a black dress that clings to her curves, featuring a daring slit on the right side and a revealing V-neck that leaves little to the imagination.

I’d been ready before him and had spent ten minutes sitting on his couch pretending to check my phone while actually just watching him get ready, which was an embarrassing use of ten minutes that I was not going to admit to. Jeff and Mike were already inside when we arrived, Jeff in a burgundy suit that he’d clearly put genuine thought into, Mike beside him looking quietly pleased about everything in the way he’d been looking since he and Jeff had sorted themselves out. It was good to see. Both of them. We found our table and the evening settled into its rhythm. The first thing I noticed about Sophia was the dress. Deep emerald green, structured and striking, the kind of outfit that was clea

He was 6'1" with broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw, and blue eyes that often got him compliments. Tonight, he wore a fitted black shirt that showed off his arms and dark jeans that hugged his muscular thighs. "It's yours now," she replied, her voice smooth as silk with a lilt that hinted at Latin roots. They talked effortlessly. Sophia was 32, a freelance artist from Miami, in the city for a week long design expo. She loved the nightlife but hated the superficiality "Everyone's here to see and be seen, but no one connects," she said. Alex opened up about his job, how he needed this night to feel alive. Their laughter mingled with the music and soon her knee brushed his, sending a spark up his

My entire back is on full display. Sofia squeals excitedly. “Oh my! I told Granny you would look stunning in this and boy, was I right? I just knew it. You look stunning, my dear girl. Gorgeous.” She gushes. I grin from ear to ear. “Thank you.” Then she claps all of a sudden. “I can’t believe I almost forgot.” She says as she scrambles back to the closet. I just keep admiring myself in the mirror. “Green is definitely my color,” I mumble to myself.