Sophia Martin Novels & Stories

"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?"

She looked like someone who could buy and sell him. "Look at her," Sophia hissed, her voice cutting through the silence like a jagged blade. She was pacing the length of the living room, a glass of champagne in one hand and her phone in the other. Her hair was a little messy, a far cry from the sleek red-dress perfection of the gala. "Look at that pathetic, rehearsed face. She’s playing them, Marcus. She’s playing the whole world." On the screen, Diane was mid-sentence, her eyes soft and full of that "controlled vulnerability" Damien’s PR team must have spent millions to perfect.

I whispered then he held me by the waist dragging me closer to himself Our lips met again and this time my hands moved to unbuckle his shfun".. We went slowly down to the bed and moan filled the air "I love me you Xander"I whispered as he went deep down in me exploring my body ~Sophia~ "Sophia there is a party tonight and dont tell me you are not going to come"Martha said scattering her wardrobe "Party 🎉 What time will it end????.. I asked "It is over the night and it will be fun"She replied with a wink "It will be fun with you so we are going together" I sent little sis a message immediately Sorry lil sis💞

I walked over to her and sat down next to her. “Good morning.” “Good morning Jacob.” She said back to me. I started to talk to her when Kennedy and her pack of wolves came walking around the corner. Shit, I said to myself. “Jacob?” Kennedy said as she noticed me. I leaned in close to Sadie. “I’m sorry about this,” I said to her. I got up and headed over to Kennedy. “Who’s the girl Jacob?” Kennedy said and I could see the anger in her eyes. Sadie just remained seated and quiet.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

I agreed. "She's my favorite client?" Sandra's mother asked. "Oh my goodness, Sandra, are you talking to Sophia O’Shea on the phone?" Evelynn asked in the background. "Sophia O’Shea? The Sophia O’Shea? As in the woman who's been all over TV, on the front of almost every business magazine that exists, went to our high school, and owns that gorgeous house on the edge of town?" another girl squealed in the background. "Yes, Cynthia, that Sophia O’Shea." Sandra chuckled.

My jaw tightened, a cold fury simmering beneath my composed exterior. She didn’t seem to notice or perhaps she did and chose to ignore it. But I noticed. Every glance, every smirk, every silent appreciation of what wasn’t theirs. It was infuriating. Sophia had no business being here. She didn’t belong in a place like this, where strangers could feast their eyes on her without consequence. She was meant to work for me, to exist within my controlled world. Not… this. Sophia returned with the bowl of the Caviar, Foie gras and the wine with two glasses ,her steps steady despite the weight of the tray, she placed the bowl and the glass cups carefully in front of Cindy.

She only whimpered, gasped silently and let go of my hand. “Please,” Martina pleaded. “Don't kill her.” “Dominic!” Her voice shook. Those words. They made me look closer, and I blinked. I let go, and she dropped to the mattress. She coughed and gasped for breath. Martina rushed to Sophia's side, helping her sit, and I got a good view of the marks on Sophia's neck. She was lucky. I was so close to taking the life out of her. Sophia coughed again and then managed a cruel laugh.

I needed him to intervene, to maybe offer some solution to this matter. Trevis opened his mouth to speak. But then, Elijah stepped forward, his voice ringing out clearly. “Sophia is actually a professional designer who graduated at the top of her class at the Gold Institute of Art in Paris,” he said to everyone, but most specifically to Morgana. “I hired her for this job…It's not her who can't get over me, it's me who can't get over her.”

**Adrian:** SOPHIA WHAT DID YOU DO **Sophia:** I DEFENDED MY SISTER'S HONOR **Adrian:** BY SENDING A WOMAN INTO A CAKE **Sophia:** She tried to HIT me (adria). She grabbed my (adria's) arm and told her (adria) her time was numbered and she (amber) was going to take damien back. So I stepped aside. **Elijah:** wait wait wait. she went into a CAKE. like a whole cake. **Sophia:** five tiers. fondant. ganache. the works.