Sophia Yin Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 14 Study~ Sophia I was fully clothed now, a red strapless gown and my hair tied to a bun. I hummed, picking up an apple from the table in the kitchenette ad I strolled down the hallway to get myself a book to read from the library. I moaned, dipping my teeth In to the delicious apple and moaned out loud. It was delicious, very delicious and just as I was about to take another bite, a hand yanked me back and pulled me into a room.

Author's POV. Sofia was in the sitting room, reading a book about supernaturals. Though she had learned about supernaturals during her tutelage in her father's pack, she had never seen these creatures before. They were strange and mysterious, but she was determined to uncover their identity and destroy them. She stared at the book and continued flipping the pages, searching for a glimpse or at least a picture that could give her an incline of them. The advice Royal had given her was still under contemplation. She wasn't sure about asking her mother because she wasn't trustworthy and had always been a blabbermouth.

Zel asked. "I should have asked Sofia about the Grimoire." Sarah had been obsessed with it, a magical book of great power. It made sense to Mike that such a thing would exist in the Library, and he had forgotten to even mention it. There had been too much on his mind, there was always too much on his mind. "Who's Sofia?" Zel asked. She had turned around, staring at him from the middle of the path. "She's a cyclops who watches over the Library. You haven't met her?"

Where do I even start? “I think you should follow your instinct. Remember the piece of paper you touched? You felt connected to it. The paper must have been torn from the book; if the book was here, you would have felt it. Walk deeper into the library,” Sofia said, and I realised she was right. “How did you know about that incident?” I asked, walking deeper into the rolls of books. “I saw it; I have always been with you, but just couldn’t communicate with you. I was too weak to do so,” she said.

Although her office had been entirely unable to capture any audio logs from their previous conversation, Lin de Wu had methodically analyzed Xavier’s cold, unbothered expressions from afar—calculating with total confidence that he harbored absolute zero favorable data regarding that ambitious socialite. Sophia Zhao slowly steps onto the edge of the luxury mattress, her fingers trembling as she unfolds the silk tie, but her eyes remain completely glued to the glistening sweat tracking down the dangerous contours of Donovan’s chest. She takes a deep, ragged breath, the faint, intoxicating fragrance of the smoldering incense flooding her lungs as her high-society logical defenses completely col

Vaulted ceilings soar overhead, shelves stretching upward like the ribs of some ancient beast. I pull books on hybrid lore from the shelves, creating a precarious stack. “Sophia—she’s got to be mentioned somewhere,” I mutter, flipping through brittle pages. Charlie settles beside me, his warm muzzle nudging my hand. “You’re a vision, you know, digging through books like a scholar-princess. Found anything yet?”

My hands were folded in my lap and my expression was composed and the threads in my chest were burning with the specific and devastating patience of something that has decided it will not be refused indefinitely. "You're trying to tell me," he said carefully, "that you value honesty." "I'm observing," he said, "that you are the only honest thing in this compound." I looked at him. At the smile that was quieter than performance. At the golden eyes that were doing something I recognized from the texts I had read as a girl in the pleasure house library — the oldest texts, the ones about soulbound recognition, the ones I had dismissed as romantic mythology until the day the threads erupted in my

Without making anything of it. Sophia came on a Saturday with food and that look she got when she was proud of you and did not want to make it a whole thing. She sat on the bed and looked around at the textbooks on the floor, the notepad on the nightstand, the folded tips on the shelf, and she was quiet for a moment. Then she said, “He let go of the wrong woman, Amelia.” My throat tightened. I looked down at the cup in my hands. “Yes,” I said softly. “He did.”

Freya’s POV I stood amid dusty books and scrolls in the peaceful library of the pack. I could feel the weight of all the forgotten secrets in the room, and the air was heavy with ancient wisdom. I ran my fingers over the leather-bound books, looking for anything that may help us beat Sophia. Then I discovered it an ancient, worn parchment tucked away in the back of a shelf. Something about it appealed to me, even though the ink was hardly readable. I felt my heart pound as I unfolded it.

Wide smile. "Yes," Grace said. "That's incredible! You're so talented!" The girl sat down without being invited. "I'm Sophia. Fashion design, second year." "Grace. First year." "Can I see more?" Grace showed her the sketchbook. Sophia flipped through every page. Her eyes wide. "These are amazing, Grace. Like, seriously. You're better than half our professors." Grace laughed. "That's not true." "It absolutely is." Sophia handed back the sketchbook. "We're going to be best friends. I've decided."