Sophia Martin Novels & Stories

Sophia’s voice—no, Sovereign’s voice—cut smoothly through the chaos: “Resistance detected. Emotional interference: 94%.” Adrian stepped in front of Maya, planting his feet firmly. “Stay away from her.” Sophia tilted her head, golden light streaking across her skin like circuits underneath her flesh. “You are distressed. This impairs your decision-making.” “Yeah, well,” Adrian muttered, “so does having a malfunctioning goddess hijack your friend’s clone body.” Sophia blinked slowly, as though processing the sarcasm. Her voice came softer—almost gentle.

FOR a split second, Sophia wished the ground would just open up and swallow her whole. She had only come to the mart that evening to pick up a few groceries and leave quietly. But one careless, deliberately loud remark, one mocking and derogatory remark a lady had made about her now, making heads to snap at her and faces to disgustingly stare at her, shattered that peace and made her to say such prayer, that the ground she was standing on, should open and swallow her whole.

I asked her urgently. Sophia sighed and nodded her head, "Marco has done a lot of terrible things over the years, even if he's my grandfather, I can't continue to stand on his side, besides, I think we need to be on each other's side if we want to take down all of the people currently disturbing us. I am going to quit my job at Damien's company. In a few days, I will go in and turn in my resignation, and as for Dante...no matter what you want to do, if he really is the one behind all of this then, I am not going to stop you from doing what you need to do!" Sophia declared. .....

Sophia returned to New York with the memory of Theo Sinclair’s cold behavior sitting heavily in her chest. It felt like a stone she couldn’t get rid of. It bothered her more than it should have. She was Sophia Dante—a powerful fashion leader, a woman who had built an empire and survived serious danger. She shouldn’t care that a rich, emotionless man treated her like she didn’t matter. But she did. “You’ve been very quiet,” Damian said during the flight home. He had been watching her as she stared out the window, barely touching her coffee.

I heard the woman had killed herself, that's what Martha said anyway. I knew it was true when I stepped into the familiar café and the nostalgic essence hit me like a truck load, except for one thing. Where a lady who should be around Eliza's age, pretty and dark haired, would normally stand, smiling widely. . . now stood someone different. Sophia. Her name tag read and I smiled. “Hi!” She beamed at me and I stopped, god, her eyes were gorgeous, just like the ocean. “Welcome to Rose's café! My name is Sophia.” She states.

Santiago said he could feel it too, something about Mateo had changed. The next day, Sophia went out to party at some club, she didn't know anyone in Madrid yet, so she was partying solo. Her table was full of light, of course, she would have come here with Dera and Ruth but then, Ruth is pregnant and the only way to bring her to a place like this is by killing Santiago.

I continue, my tone growing colder, "is not just any girl. She is Sophia Mikhail Michaelson, my mate, Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack." "Sophia," I say her name slowly, letting the full weight of her identity settle on them, "is an individual with her own identity. And no one... especially not Gregor... has the right to claim her." "Sophia is my mate, and anyone who thinks they can take her from me will find themselves wishing they had never drawn breath."

Sophia said as she called over Emmie to her side. "Maybe with this you guys will learn to prepare yourselves better before you decided to attack us," Sophia warned and made her way out, leaving Martha fuming mad as she unleashed the fireballs repeated. Emmie was able to bloke her effectively angering her even more. She could not imagine that all the training she had and the preparations she did all these years could not match up to Sophia's level. Martha abandoned the fight and ran off, she had to warn her mother, this method would not work on the Celeste and her daughter's.

SOPHIA'S POV I'm Princess Sophia Monteverde, 15 years old. I’m now in third year high school. My parents are Paul and Sarah Mendez. I know it's weird that I have a different surname from my own parents but I can't do anything about it. Other people also got curious about why my surname was different from my surname. My parents said that the nurse just made a mistake. I said we should just fix it but they don't want to and I don’t even know why.

“I really got interested in the company, but I don’t think even the internet provides the correct information about it.” She turned to Cecile. “Can we leave, mom? We could wait for father in the car.” Cecile nodded; she knew the internal struggle Luna was having right now just being close to the people who hurt her and having to pretend like it was nothing. “Uhm…I am Sophia Martins, I also study Chemistry,” Sophia introduced, but Luna feigned not to hear her, and so did the other members of the Rose family.