Sophia Leah Novels & Stories

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

I told my friend. He just nodded and walked towards his bathroom, wiping away at his eyes. I shook my head as I pulled out my phone. I was going to hate myself for this. I found the person I was looking for and tapped their number. I lifted my phone to my ear and sighed, as my mate was glaring at me. I barred my teeth at him with a growl. "Hello?" A familiar voice asked. "This is Emiko Arachne Botan, Queen of Fae, Arachnids, and Wendigos."

I advanced towards Tim to knock him off but Sophia stopped me. "Babe, he is just teasing. Knock it off, Tim." She state stated seriously. "So as I was saying I want all speculations and rumours about me to stop. I, Sophia Camille Vandermont Sinclair, is the Luna of Moon River Pack. I am the mate of Sebastian Alexander Carmichael." "Wow! I thought you'd never have the guts to admit it." Tim stated. "Shut up." I glared at Tim before capturing Sophia's lips. Everyone kept quiet. Then once we separated, the crowd started to yell and cheer for us. I can safely say that majority of the crowd was happy for the two of us. We ate a late dinner then headed back to our room.

sure of herself in all the little ways that count. She looked good, really good. Like a woman who’d been through hell and came out the other side knowing exactly who she was. Not many people manage that, and the ones who do usually get there the hard way. Storm slept through most of the tea. Lola drank her coffee and told me about the meetings she’d been sitting in on, the things she was noticing, the patterns she was picking up on. I listened and remembered what Sophia had said to me months ago... that this girl was going to be the most badass First Lady this world had seen in twenty years. Back then I thought Sophia was just being nice.

“You mean I finally figured out how to apply makeup without looking like a raccoon?” He laughed. “I didn’t say that.” She sipped her latte, trying to keep things light. “You’re still terrible at compliments.” He grinned. “I’ll work on it.” They fell into silence for a moment — not awkward, but heavy. Then he asked, “How’s Lena?” Sophia blinked. “Lena?” “Yeah. Still running her parents’ shop?” Sophia gave him a strange look. “She’s not,” Sophia said slowly. “She’s in New York now. Got into a fashion school.”

she said, her voice professional and detached. I took the paper from her, scanning the contents quickly. The bio was brief, but it told me everything I needed to know. Sophia was a 30-year-old woman, born and raised in New York City. She had a degree in business administration from a top-tier university, and had worked for several high-profile companies in the past.

The invitation from Alpha Lucy to join an outing for high-ranking females from different packs left Sophia both excited and intrigued. The opportunity to connect with other powerful women within the supernatural community was something she couldn't pass up. As the day approached, she found herself eagerly anticipating the experience. On the day of the outing, Sophia prepared herself with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The event held the promise of new connections and shared experiences, but being surrounded by so many accomplished women also brought a touch of apprehension. She chose an outfit that exuded both confidence and elegance, a reflection of her growing role as Luna and the pr

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Sophia’s POV “I, Jacob Carter, of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Sophia Addison, of the Crescent Moon Pack as my Luna-to-be!” Seven-year-old Jhoanna bellowed at the living room. Even went as far as to mimic her father’s deep and serious voice that he always uses when he’s at work or..

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."