Sophia Kinsella Novels & Stories

Charlotte cut in, questioning me. “Oh,Sophia?” I asked, pulling her hand to my bedside. We sat on the bed and I began to tell her about Sophia as she seems really curious to know. “ Sophia is my baby sister, my only sibling. She left home when she was 17 to the University of Oxford to study medicine. She has always wanted to be a doctor and has been so uninterested in pack businesses since she was little.” I narrated. I could tell Charlotte wanted me to say more so I continued.

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.

she announces dryly. I laugh. “I’m Voilette. Your new nurse." "Great. Another one," she mutters, eyes glued to her iPad—Ariana Grande’s "thank u, next" plays softly. "You like Ariana?" I ask, leaning against the bedside table. Sophia’s eyes flick to me, suspicious. "Prove you’re not a poser. Name five Ariana songs. Now." I smirk. ""7 rings." "Problem." "Dangerous Woman." "Break Free." "Into You.""

Then at me. "I'm Sophia Evergreen. Alpha heir of the Ironclad Pack. And I'm done being anyone's victim." Her words echoed through the room, and I knew, without a doubt, that she meant every one of them.

“I saw him again. The dream guy is real, i know it sounds crazy but he is that guy” “You think that guy is who you dream about every night?”. “Ava yes!”. Ava’s grin turned mischievous. “Well that’s weird, but If that is him then girl… he was hot. Respectful too. Even after you puked all over him.” Sophia collapsed back, covering her face. “Kill me now. Ava, who am I?!” “You,” Ava laughed, “is Sophia Hernandez, my best friend of ten years.” “Wrong answer. I should be called the Queen of Disaster.”

“The ruthless CEO everyone in Corvenna is terrified of?” Amusement flickered across his face as he leaned farther back against the couch. “I heard the guy’s so cold his own executives barely breathe around him.” Sophia shot him an irritated glare before looking back toward Selena. “You should feel lucky,” she said carelessly. “Women practically throw themselves at Adrian Kingston.” “Then why do you sound upset about it?” Selena asked coldly. Sophia’s expression tightened for the briefest second before she covered it with a light laugh. “Because now I have to watch you embarrass our family on national television.”

She looked at the girl beside Johnson. The girl looked up. She had her back leaned on her chair. “I am Sofia Rich. The Third Young Miss of the Eudoxcus Clan.” Her voice was firm and clear. “19 years old. Nice to meet you.” Sofia had a short pixie cut. Half of her hair has glittered. Her eyes were black, her eyelashes were not that long, she had a pointed nose. Her chin was up, and she sat prim and proper. Soheila arched her brow. She was amused by Sofia's formal way to introduce herself. This is rare since she often encounters people that laugh when they introduced themselves. Sometimes, they would be shy, just like Johnson.

I asked her eagerly. "Well because your silly.... delicate and i like you." She replied. My ears had heard her right. "You like me? Why?" I asked again. "I told you dummy. Do I need to explain why I like people. That's silly." She sarcastically replied. I couldn't believe Angela liked anybody more so me. "Sorry about earlier today." I apologized. "Oh... no offense taken thou. You're just this silly know it all girl who doesn't bother me at all." She insultingly chuckled.

Sophia said as she followed behind the director. " Khalid!" oh lord. I didn't want more complications right now. I should've expected this. " Good morning Sir, Ma'am" She greeted as she pecked Mother and Brandon. " Good morning Grandpa July" She said cheerfully and a small smile formed on my face as I watched them. She had packed her wavy hair into a ponytail. She was already in her coat, she was wearing a white pencil skirt, with a dark blue button up shirt and black heels. She was wearing little makeup, pink lipstick and eye liner. She looked so beautiful. She graced us with her presence. Our kids were going to be so beautiful.

Sophia said, interrupting Kunle before she trailed as if she had said something she shouldn't have but then, Sophia has a THERAPIST? Does she seriously has a disorder, a mental health disorder? Bothering personality disorder? Or possibly Multiple Personalities? Does that explain why she is cool one day, cold the next, and mean the next? I looked at her, really looked at her and I realized that I don't know anything about her except the fact that she's a fast-rising teen model with more than a million followers and that her mother owns a Beauty Empire, House of Bibi, which has one most sought after makeup line in Africa and that was how she started her modeling career. Every other thing apart