Sophia Martin Novels & Stories

Amara has a point and we all know it. “Speaking of kids... guess who’s expecting?” Sophia hums playfully, teasing them as Amara and Christana exclaim in unison, “Who?!” Sophia whispers, “Miss Ciana Ann Mustafina.” WHAT?! Nana, Christana, and Amara gasp, and I have to refrain from gasping with them, my eyes widening as Sophia giggles and adds, “She had a little accident about two months ago with Dimitri, you know, the Mustafin General that was here with her last night.”

“I’m here for Martha. I swear.” I shook my head, my voice cold and firm. “You have no right to just waltz back into our lives like nothing ever happened.” Theo’s eyes met mine, steady and serious. “I’m not trying to act like nothing happened, Sofia. I’m sorry. I know I’ve said it before, but no matter how many times I apologize, you still won’t answer.” He took a slow breath, voice breaking a little. “Sofia, I missed it all. Her first smile, her first time sitting up, crawling, walking—her first word was probably ‘Dada.’ And I missed it all.”

I didn't get the chance to question it further because the very next second, Xavier pushed forward, his voice slicing through my reflection. "Mother," he said quite properly and shortly. "Sophia is no ordinary woman. She's my mate." Suddenly, I was slapped in the face by his words. In that very instant, the mask fell off, and there was a shock right across my face. I set my face again real quick, but all the while inside my mind's eye, my head was spinning: His mate, a human. future Luna of the pack, impossible. "I see," I returned coolly. Smiles never fell off my face. "Congratulations, Sophia. You must be really special for the Moon Goddess to have chosen you."

He was certain Mia remembered too because she was staring strangely at him. "I am Sophia, the second daughter of Arnold Sullivan." The dark-haired one smiled at him, not stretching out her hand to him. She was uninterested in him, and he appreciated her for that because he clearly wasn't interested either. She was simply beautiful, not overly dressed like Mia. Her green eyes shimmered as she stared at everything and everyone in the dining room except him. She didn't even talk about her job, he smiled at her nonchalance, he loved that.

SOPHIA I froze. My brain did a double take. I know that voice all too well. Adriana Hills. Or maybe I should put it better. Adriana Caddel. Her expensive scent filled my nose as she stood beside me. “If it isn't Sophia Adams,” she added. I took in a deep breath and then, with the fakest of all smiles, I turned to her. “Adriana Hills,” my voice was far from warm. “Nuh-uh,” she waved her perfectly manicured index finger at me, a smirk on her face.

His family would inevitably be there, ready to pick apart his every move, searching for cracks in his carefully constructed facade. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d looked at him tonight—her quiet strength, her restrained frustration. Sophy wasn’t like the women he usually dealt with. She wasn’t trying to impress him or manipulate him; she was just… real. And that made her a wild card. Jake shook his head, pushing the thought aside. He couldn’t afford to get distracted. He had a job to do, and emotions had no place in it.

“If people don’t look twice, no three times, at her when she steps out that front door, then she thinks she’s failed.” ”I guess you're right.” “She wants to dominate the space before she’s even in it. Clothes are part of her arsenal.” “She’s already stunning. I did mean what I said, she could walk in here wearing a rice sack and every person at this party would notice.” “You admire her.” “I just… she’s Sophia. You can’t ignore her. Nobody can.” Martina laughed. “Admiration can turn sour if you’re not careful. She doesn’t forgive weakness. You saw how she spoke to me.”

There stood… SOPHIA

She took a deep breath before opening her mouth to talk. “ Hi Martin, this is Sophie,” She said calmly waiting for him to reply. “ Sophie? Ohhh girl how are you?” He asked in his usual cheery voice. “ I'm fine I guess.” She said Martin let out a soft chuckle at her reply. “ Sorry for calling you out of the blue Martin. The thing is, I've not been able to reach Chris since morning and I have been really worried about him” She could hear Martin sigh at the other end of the line, her heart sank in her stomach.

"Sophia, our brand has completely exploded across the web! Look at this real-time follower growth metric—our numbers are on the absolute verge of overtaking Chloe Bishop's data!" Sophia’s mood had been exceptionally bright, but the exact millisecond her assistant’s lips uttered that comparison, her features dropped into a freezing, venomous scowl. "I am a professional entertainment artist," Sophia hissed, her voice dripping with pure ice. "Your office chooses to baseline my value against a corporate manager? Does your intellect calculate that the humiliation my system has harvested lately is insufficient?"