Sophia Leah Novels & Stories

Gaby inquired with precise ignorance. "She will replace you after you've finished the mission. She will be the best prototype of you. Let me introduce you two. Her name is Olivia Brianah, and Olivia, this is Gaby Sanroman. My wife." "Nice meeting you, miss. I've heard so much about you," greeted Olivia with the exact tone and voice as Gaby's. "Omg. She sounds like me. Do I sound like that?" Gaby thrilled. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure."

Some with barely concealed doubt. I stand there feeling completely out of my depth. A woman steps forward from the crowd. Mid-thirties. Strong build. Dark hair pulled back in a tight braid. She stops three feet away and studies me with sharp brown eyes. "Luna," she says. Not warm. Not cold. Testing. "That's me." I manage a smile. "Still getting used to it." "I'm Sophia. Liam's Gamma. I run logistics and pack resources." She extends her hand. I shake it. Her grip is firm.

Caden was already picking up his phone, texting his lawyer, moving with that focused quiet efficiency that meant he’d shifted from crisis into resolution mode. Sophia uncrossed her arms. For the first time since she’d walked through the door at five in the morning she looked something close to relieved. “She’s been building her own file,” Sophia said quietly, half to herself. “All this time.” “She’s Diane Cole,” I said. “She renovates things. Apparently that includes Romano Voss.” Something that was almost a smile crossed Sophia’s face. My phone buzzed. Leah. Because of course. Because it was seven in the morning and the world was on fire and Leah had a supernatural ability to sense when I n

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.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

"Yes, I saw you. And I thought it's cute not gross. So don't judge us, young lady." "You were spying on me!!!" She gasps, her face flushing. "Soph, why are you here?" I ask. "And why didn't you knock first?" "I didn't knock because your room is already open!" She says sharply. "And second, I'm here because your brat stole my camera!" Sophia is eighteen. She's in college studying photography. Her incredible talent makes me so proud as a father. "I didn't steal her camera!" Caleb storms into the room. "She misplaced it! Again!"

I fired back and turned to leave. "Sophia, right?" she asked, causing me to stop in my tracks. She knew my name? "I'm Hailey. I work with Quinn,". My eyes widened in shock, Leo had mentioned Quinn a lot, they used to be best friends but something made them turn their backs against each other. Nobody knows what exactly happened, all people know is that one day they were best friends and the next they were enemies. "I heard about what Leo did to you, but I don't think that child did anything to deserve this" she reasoned. I couldn't help but agree with her, what was I thinking trying to abort my child?

A woman. Sophia

I was glad to see her call though because I needed a distraction. Judging from the last time we hung out, I could tell she would be good at helping me empty my mind. So I eagerly picked up her call. “Hey, Beth! Good morning” I chirped sleepily and she laughed briefly over the phone. “Sophia Hale, owner of Hale's Charity Foundation, are you just waking up?” She teased, causing me to chuckle while I ran my fingers through my hair. “Yeah. I slept late and I needed to rest” I explained.