Sophia Yin Books Novels & Stories

Sophia's POV I just ignored both him, who still continued to walk beside me, and Lia, who is now so noisy and rowdy. She keeps on howling and growling and is just plain horny. I felt something twitch down there, and I felt shivers. I swear I'll eat wolf's bane later on if Lia doesn't stop. That thought works wonders because Lia is now calming down, but she cursed at me first. I took a deep breath and just continued walking. 'Don't mind him, Sophia; don't mind him. He is not there.' I thought to myself in a sing-song voice, but his intoxicating smell isn't helping. His scent is like a fine wine that is kept in an enclosed cellar, which is sure to make you drunk with just its delicious fragran

Then, she drove to pick up Ethan and Emily. Sofia was right, Emily had become a bookworm. She was reading a book when Sydney picked her up from Sofia's; she was reading a psychology textbook she got from God knows where at four in the morning. Ethan, on the other hand, was a pain in the neck. Sydney wondered how timid Sofia was to take care of him. She owed her a lot. She had been a lot of help to Sydney over the past few months. Maybe she'd love to go out with Sydney tonight. Sofia was twenty five and she had only been in one relationship. Sydney was bewildered to hear that Sofia wasn't bad with her looks. She had a beautiful body and a lovely soul. Maybe, she'd go well for Blake or Gabriel

I adjusted the phrasing. Behind me, Sophia makes a sound I refuse to acknowledge. My room is large and flooded with afternoon light, done in warm creams and soft blue-grey, with a reading chair positioned at the window and fresh flowers on the dresser — pale yellow, unshowy, exactly the kind I would have chosen for myself. There are books on the nightstand. A travel memoir, a short story collection, a thriller. A book about botanical illustration with a cover I immediately want to open. I stand in the middle of the room with my hands clasped and look at it all.

Sophia Six months later, the city feels like a different place. Or maybe it’s just me. The book sits heavy in my lap, its cover glossy, my name embossed in silver letters. Glass Houses: The Rise and Fall of Elena Vasquez. It feels strange, holding the story of the last year in my hands, bound and permanent, when so much of it felt like smoke and mirrors at the time. It’s called a bestseller now and award committees whisper my name. But all I can think about is how Marrin trembled on the stand, how Herbert sweated through his wire, how Elena smiled as if the walls were collapsing around someone else.

His lashes long and dark against his cheeks, one tiny hand clutching the edge of her sleeve as if afraid to drift too far. Daniel sat on the floor beside her, back against the crib. His shoulder brushed her knee, and Theodore’s head rested against her chest as he floated between waking and dreams. In Sophia’s hands lay a book. Not just any book — their book. Handmade. Bound in soft leather. The title pressed in delicate gold script: The Girl Who Waited, and the Man Who Finally Found Her. She turned the first page and began to read, her voice warm and low, colored with memory.

CHAPTER 12 SOFIA Sophia stood in the kitchen with her parents, the aroma of freshly cooked breakfast filling the air. Her mom was expertly flipping pancakes, while her dad was setting the table. Sophia smiled as she cracked eggs into the skillet, feeling grateful for these quiet morning moments with her family. The warmth and love in the kitchen was palpable, and Sophia felt at peace. As she watched her parents work together, she couldn't help but think about her own relationships and the people who brought joy to her life. Little did she know, her thoughts would soon drift to Ethan and the complicated feelings she had for him.

Sophia’s POV There was something different about the house of recent. The walls vibrated but slowly and it pulsed through the floor like a heartbeat. Initially, when I started saying out what I saw in the book, nothing happened, but now every time I touched Clara’s book, the air shifted. The pages glowed faintly in the light, as though they were drinking in the power I hadn’t meant to summon. And whenever Danny was near, his curiosity bright and unguarded and his vulnerability high, the current grew stronger.

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.

Notice: I'm so sorry for keeping my sweet readers waiting for the next chapter, please forgive me, I promise to update daily from now since I'm done with my exams. Please like, share, comment and add to favourite: it would encourage me to do amazing well. I love you all. Things Fall Apart. Sofia's Pov. The buzzing sound of the alarm clock close to the lamp woke me up harshly-7:00am. I blinked one eye, the other closed tightly, fighting the ray of sunlight threatening to make me blind.

Not even that girl Stacy, not to mention her boyfriend Chad. At first, she was her foil, Sophia was the most beautiful girl in high school but Stacy was also charming, which is why Sophia took her by her side from their early childhood to make her minion. She didn't hesitate to leave her all sorts of marks if it suited her interests, on this fact Sophia could be a real bitch but at the same time, he can understand that side of her. Her Alpha instinct would always push her to want to dominate those she thinks are weaker than her and would do whatever is necessary to ensure her place of leadership even in front of humans.