Sophia Green Novels & Stories

Sophie had always found Vanessa fascinating. At twenty years old, Sophie was a quiet girl who loved books, drawing, and spending time alone. She had long brown hair, soft green eyes, and a gentle way of speaking. Most people saw her as sweet and innocent. She liked that. It felt safe. But lately, something inside her had started to change, especially when her mother’s best friend came to visit.

I grinned. "Whoever is in charge of moon goddess needs to fire her immediately," she said dryly. " You are a funny girl, Sophia. I really like you," I said. Sophia smiled. "I like you too, Valentina. You are the best one out of all of them." "Thank you," I said and gave her a hug. "Come on, enough about Konrad. Let's find you a pretty dress for the festival. What's your favorite color?" Sophia looked like she was deep in thought for a moment. "Green is my favorite color."

Sophia asked, oblivious of how flustered I was. Sophia is in her early twenties with striking features. She has a straight nose, an oval-shaped face, fair skin, and a beauty mark on the right side of her nose, thick dark glossy hair pin straight cascading down her waist like a waterfall, she dyed the tip blonde to indicate a bet she lost to Theo. Her almond-shaped eyes and very dark brown eyes held confidence and shone with mischief, she always stood tall at 5'6. "With your parents." I managed to respond.

It was simple but elegant, and it would be practical for swimming with Nora. “What about that one?” I asked, pointing. Sophia did a double take, then quickly said, “Don’t even bother. That’s not your color.” “But I like it—” “Trust me, Charlotte. Green washes you out.” She stood and walked over to another rack. “Let’s keep looking.” I stared at the green suit for a moment longer. It was my size. The style looked like something I would actually wear. And despite what Sophia said, I thought green would look good on me.

That plan lasted approximately forty-five minutes. I was standing near the refreshment table, sipping champagne I didn't really want and half-listening to a conversation about the latest Broadway shows, when I saw her. Sophia Hale. She was across the ballroom, wearing a flowing emerald green dress that should have looked elegant but instead looked calculated—the color chosen to complement her auburn hair, the cut designed to draw attention. And despite the flowing fabric, despite the strategic draping, I could see what she'd been trying to hide. I knew she was pregnant, but back then, she was not showing, which made me easily forget the fact that Xenois may still be the father of the child a

Sophia. I’ve been staying in a secluded area for the past few hours, receiving cruel glances from long legged workers, it seemed to be that everyone in the building had a particular king of shape. Well except her, my eyes light up immediately Jmac comes into view. Mrs. Sophia’s daughter Jane, popularly known as Jmac. Her hair now dyed yellow is short, and with every step she takes she makes it move in delicate swings. And her green eyes a contrast to her yellow hair is all shades of beautiful, and her red dress. My mind goes blank when she looks at me, and then when she waves, I stop myself from smiling, because I know how brown my teeth is.

Then, Sophia Lang arrived, and the fragile equilibrium shattered. Sophia was headhunted as the new Senior Marketing Director, a strategic move meant to elevate the company’s luxury branding. At thirty-two, she was everything I wasn't: tall, effortlessly confident, and strikingly beautiful. She possessed a mane of rich auburn hair that tumbled over her shoulders in perfect waves, sharp green eyes that seemed to calculate the worth of everyone in the room, and a statuesque figure that turned tailored designer suits into weapons of mass distraction. From her very first day, she made it entirely clear that her professional ambitions weren't the only thing she intended to conquer.

"If we leave now, we would be able to reach the dark forest soon and we might..." "You might be able to save her?" Sophia chuckled lightly, cutting off Theo. She walked through the doors, her steps were calm yet urgent. She was putting on a long blue gown, revealing her cleavage. Making her look no less than a prostitute. "Sophia?" Styx mumbled. "What..." "Both of you leave," Styx ordered, his eyes on both Hazel and Theo. "But..."

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

It was almost as if she was calculating her words, they carefully went out from her mouth like she was sure but still had doubts about what she had claimed. I heaved a sigh. It took a second for me to answer and so she talked again. "What? You didn't?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice. "It couldn't possibly be Hillary," she's talking about the genius beauty queen in our school which regularly competes with everything I do, literally everything, "I mean, she is intelligent but not intelligent enough to outwit you or to pass the admission test," she breathed hard, through the phone I know that she's thinking profoundly, "and the only one who could possibly beat you is Eddie Long