Sophia Martin Novels & Stories

Seraphina shrieked, her face contorting in terror as she saw Sofia’s hands move. Sofia didn't reach for the Dark Heartstone. She reached for herself. She plunged her crystalline fingers into the center of her own chest, right into the fracture she had sustained earlier. The sound was like a mountain splitting apart. Indigo blood sprayed across the obsidian floor, vaporizing instantly into sapphire mist. "Sofia! No!" Nomo screamed, reaching out as the light from her chest became blinding. "I am not... a Sovereign!" Sofia roared, her face twisting in an agony that no goddess should be able to feel. "I am a Montague kitchen maid! And I quit!"

He sighed, “What do you think? Obviously I'm paying with money. Just like everyone else. Mathew didn't expect Maxwell to be this calm and carefree and so that surprised him. He should have gotten on Maxwell's nerves by now. “I don't believe that a bum like you could afford here, Max.” His attention shifted fully to Sophia, and his smirk widened even further, if that was even possible. "And who's your lovely companion here? Don't tell me you actually managed to convince someone to have lunch with you? What kind of lies did you tell her?" Sophia's expression turned absolutely ice cold in an instant. She set down her fork with controlled care and looked at Matthew. "I'm Sophia Hawthorne," she s

"Ma'am, can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?" I blinked slowly, as if trying to focus. "Two," I whispered, making my voice shake. "I think... I think it's two." "That's right, honey. You're going to be okay. What's your name?" "Sophia," I said, letting a tear slip down my cheek. "Sophia Dubois. I was just... I was just trying to bring flowers." I gestured weakly toward the white roses I'd carefully selected – Marcus had mentioned they were Olivia's favorites, though I knew perfectly well they weren't. Such a small detail, but it would help paint me as the thoughtful friend trying to make peace.

Grayson POV Sophia was so mad. I could see she was trying her best to hold back. "Layla get Noah out of here now!" She said with finality. Layla grabbed the little boys hand and moved out of the kitchen. "Listen here bitch, I couldn't care less what you do with my supposed mates, but if you ever dare to talk or look at my brother like you just did , I'll hurt you so bad even your wolf won't know who you are!" Sophia said in a deadly voice. Sarah looked taken back. Most people would never dare to talk to her like this, a specially not a human. It made me proud to see my mate stand up for herself. 'No, she can't be your mate. Sarah will be Luna.' I tell myself and my wolf gives me a low growl.

His suit fit him like it was made for his body alone. “So,” Sophia said, sipping her martini. “Let me be straight with you. I need a date for six charity events over the next three months. High-profile stuff. My family is driving me crazy with questions about why I’m still single at twenty-eight. I want someone who can smile, shake hands, and make them shut up.” Gabriel’s lips curved into a slow, playful smile. He swirled the whiskey in his glass. “And you think I’m the guy for that job?”

She asked. “There is no Lady Marietta, who appears and swears her loyalty, there's only Sophia. A sorceress at the old house who has received several awards as a master of manipulation.” I explained.

“You just won't change, huh? I only wanted to help, but I can see you prefer sleeping around. Useless thing.” Sophia laughed, pressing herself firmly against Martin. “ Oh, sweetheart, don't be so harsh on her. She already doesn't look too good. Who knows, maybe she hasn't eaten anything at all. We can try and get her something to eat before she collapses”. I clenched my fingers harder around the handle of my suitcase. Swallowing hard, trying not to make them realise the frustration boiling inside me. “Aww, sweetheart, you're simply the sweetest. That's why I love you,” Martin said, placing a kiss on her forehead. “But this pathetic woman here doesn't deserve any sympathy from you, sweetie. S

Sophia’s POV “I just don’t understand how he could pick that Omega nobody over me,” Sophia was saying, fingers tightening around her drink glass. “I’ve been here, waiting, since we were kids—and what do I have to show for it? Public humiliation, that’s what.” Sophia knocked back the rest of her martini and signaled the bartender for another with a snap of her fingers. The way her “friends” all glanced at each other uncertainly wasn’t lost on her, even in her drunken state. They’d only stuck around after the Luna Trial because they thought they could boost their pathetic images by being friends with her.

She also wasn’t one to be controlling, bossy, and demanding, although she would if she ever spent any time one-on-one with his mother. Sophia was a contradiction. With chocolate brown hair and clear brown eyes, but having a personality that was shy but outspoken, reserved but bold, nondescript but unable to go unnoticed, tame yet ferocious, calm but easy to anger, intelligent but not a genius, a talented second generation Knight. Every inch of her gave off the appearance of being soft, gentle, and weak, which she was anything but arrogant and egotistic. Sophia was truly a kind and caring individual, but she wasn’t perfect. She had her moments when her rage exploded and it didn’t matter who i

Eric nods at her words and says, “Funny, you never came quickly when I call you.” “Oh, that’s different. Sorry dude, but I have more respect for her than I do for you.” She says it while shrugging her shoulders. I smile at the conversation as Eric whitens his eyes. Alec clears his throat as he says, “I don’t think we introduced ourselves properly. I am Prince Alec.” Sofía looks at him and says, “Delighted. I am Sophia Stevens, mastermind of any misdeeds committed in high school.”