Sophia Leah Novels & Stories

she said, her voice polite but firm. I felt a surge of skepticism wash over me. My first encounter with Leah hadn't exactly been pleasant, and I wasn't sure I wanted to repeat the experience. But Sophia, sensing my hesitation, placed a reassuring hand on my arm. "It might not be that bad," she said, her voice soft. "Leah can be a bit...prickly, but she's not all bad. Maybe she's changed her mind about you." I raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. But Sophia's words did plant a seed of doubt in my mind. Maybe Leah wasn't as bad as I thought. Maybe she just wanted to talk.

The warmth of her energy caught me off guard, so different from the polished coldness of elite socialites. She had the same easygoing charm as Jay. Warm, disarming, and impossible not to like. Are you sure Liam wasn't adopted? “I’m Sophia, by the way,” she said, walking ahead with a light bounce in her step. “Liam’s only sister. And the last child of the Black family.” I stopped in my tracks. “Wait… Liam has a sister?” She turned back and gave me a playful look. “Shocking, right?” “I just haven’t seen you in the media or anything.”

The princess said kindly, she seems like a really nice person, it is such a pity that I would have to get her betrothed husband kidnapped. I smiled at her “Hi princess Leilani, it is really nice to meet you, I am Sofia by the way.” I said in a formal tone, I don’t want to get too close to her, we are not supposed to be friends, I am just supposed to accomplish my mission and go back. Sofia is the name I chose to go by, I obviously cannot use my real name, I chose Sophia because of Ava, Sofia the first is her favorite cartoon in the world, I don’t know but whenever I am reminded of my daughter I somehow feel like she is close.

Location: Silver Croft Avenue, Blackwood City, Pearl Coast. Sophia, a stunning 28-year-old woman with an olive skin tone and a flair for fashion, paces around her father's opulent living room, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor. Sophia, popularly called Sophiee by her two bosom friends, holds the phone close to her straight hair, which falls just below her chin. She is styled in a chic, bouncy bob with a side part that adds to her effortless charm.

I was the extra piece. Footsteps stopped outside my door. "Still mad?" Leo's voice came through the crack, laced with a strange, triumphant tone. "Did you hear that? Dad's already forgotten you." I didn't answer. "Sophia is a hundred times better than you," he went on. "She teaches me to dance. She watches movies with me. And she gives Dad warm hugs. Not like you!" The sounds from upstairs got louder. "She said you're just another gold digger," Leo's voice turned vicious. "That you're only here for Dad's money."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to see through them myself?" I refused to answer him while he went on reading one invite address to another. I don't have time to attend any boring tea parties and witness women gossiping like immature girls. Unlike any other Luna, I take my position way seriously to match my Alpha's grounds. Although nobody usually demands me, it is of the will in me that somehow urges to be the lady I should be. The Luna of all Lunas and the lady of all ladies. With my current mindset that has somehow grown through the years, nothing matters more than the reputation I was placed. For I know for myself that I've bled to maintain and earn the respect I should have in this positio

The door opened, and Sophia stepped inside, with a folder in her hands. “Mr. Mahone,” she began, in her professional tone, “I wanted to remind you about the meeting scheduled for this afternoon. It’s in an hour, and the materials are ready for review.” I nodded, but my attention wasn’t on her words. It was on her. She wore a simple blouse and pencil skirt, her hair pinned back in a way that framed her face perfectly. There was a quiet elegance about her, a grounded heat that stood in the contrast to the polished perfection my mother valued in Cindy.

Her hair was done in a half up do, with blonde waves going down her back. Lou was already dressed up and waiting for Sophia to come to the stage. Will you get a hold of yourself, Lou? My father says. Your mate will be here soon. “Dad, stop calling her mate!” Her name is Sophia, and she will be my Luna. I’m sorry my father tells me, just still can’t believe that the Moon Goddess mated you with his daughter. Well, believe it Dad, you know she doesn’t do anything unless she feels that something good will come out of it. “Yes, I know, this, it just came as a shock to your mother and me.” I know that, believe me, I was just as shocked as you. “However, I do know that she is going to prove to both

Cordelia and Luciano are childhood friends due to their father's closeness. Sophia is the last kind of her breed,she neither a witch or a Werewolf but a powerful Demon that posses alot of power, She's a lesbian and only want one girl Cordelia who is also cool with it. She leaves at the far end of the pack where no one knew exist except for Cordelia

“What is your crime? I already know your name is Sophie,” Leah asked and Sophie wondered if she could be honest with her, she did bring her food and was one of the few people that have been nice to her so far, both she and the good old lady were the only people who have been nice to her. “I didn’t commit any crime, I lost something precious, they think I stole it but I didn’t,” She explained. “You worked for an influential family?” “Yes, I worked as a palace maid,”