Sophie And Keefe Novels & Stories

I smiled brightly at her. Sandra and Cynthia were roaring with laughter as they leaned against the SUV. Evelynn was smiling as she approached us and told Elsie, "Sophia's just messing with you and she knows how to drive, Elsie." "Sophia O’Shea, that wasn't funny." Elsie scolded me, but I noticed she was smiling as she climbed into the back seat.

[Dawn] Sophie grins from ear to ear, however, and rolls the window down. Aldo is about to say something when Sophie cuts him off. “Morning!” she calls. “Change of plans!” Aldo’s eyes don’t even go to her, he just looks at me. The two of us stare like frozen animals on safari as the predator, that is Sophie, plays with us. Realizing what is happening, he begins to back away. “Not so fast!” Sophie says, hopping from the van and coming around to him. She gives him the keys. “You’re driving with her.”

Sophie I watched as he left, I stood rooted to my spot shocked. I can't believe I made a fool out of myself, I didn't even know he would come down at this time in the night. I shivered remembering the way he pushed his hard against my ass. I blushed red remembering his hot breath on my neck, with his hard body pressing against me, my husband is a hot cake, I thought smiling. But then I shook my head, how can I be thinking, smiling and blushing because of a man that made me cry just 2 hours ago? I even called him a hot cake! I use my palm to slam my forehead, get yourself together Sophie! Your husband is a asshole and a man whore! You don't need him!

Kevin had known Sophia since she was the CEO's secretary three years ago. "Sophia, you're as stunning as ever." "Thank you." "Sophia, this is my friend Kevin," Ethan introduced. "No need to introduce us. I've met her a few times," Kevin said, turning to Sophia with a hopeful look. "You remember me, right?" Sophia smiled gracefully and nodded. "Yes, I remember Mr. Newton." "I knew it! You remember me," Kevin said, grinning with satisfaction. "But calling me Mr. Newton is too formal. Just call me Kevin."

Sophie He glanced over, eyes steady on the road. “At first, I didn’t.” he said. “I’d hired someone. Thought she’d show up, but then you walked in, drunk and gorgeous and telling me to strip.” His mouth curved—just the barest hint of a smirk. “You climbed onto my lap before I could even process it and I wasn’t about to stop you.” Heat flooded my face. “That’s not— I thought you were—”

“I have a duty.” Beta Kingsley studied her, eyes narrowing. “You’re also my daughter.” Sophie exhaled. “Would you tell me if I was a match?” “I’d beg you to think carefully.” He reached for her hand, callused fingers warm. But Sophie pulled back. That night, alone in her chambers, she lit a candle and removed her blouse. She stared at the faded surgical scar on her flank. Long. Jagged. Still tender in the cold. Three years ago. The same day Dylan fell from the cliff.

The warmth of his breath sent a chill down my spine; I found myself holding my breath. His voice was low and heavy as he muttered, "I think you do know, Sophie." I turned my head slightly, our faces now inches apart. "Maybe I need you to remind me," I breathed, surprising myself with my boldness. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in and kissed me, soft at first, then more demanding. | responded eagerly, my lips parting to allow him deeper. His hand moved from mine to my lap, tracing light, teasing patterns on my thighs.

SOPHIA’S P.O.V "Sophia do you know him?" Caius touched my arm. looked up at him, wanting to say so much. I wanted to explain my inner turmoil to him so that he could help me but I couldn't. "Hi l'm Caleb. C Sophia and I... "Dated each other." I completed his sentence. Hatred was evident in my voice. Caius looked shocked but before I could process anything, he landed a punch at Caleb's face. Caleb fell at the ground holding his nose which was now bleeding.

"I can't share specifics of her treatment. But Ms. Ashford-Kane? If she contacts you, don't engage. Call the police immediately. She's not stable. She's not safe." After we hung up, I sat staring at my laptop. The board was still talking. Quarterly projections. Revenue streams. Things that mattered yesterday. I closed the laptop. --- David answered on the first ring. "Sophie escaped." Silence. Then: "When?" "Last night. They just called. She's been gone twelve hours." "I'm coming home." "You don't have to—" "Sophia. I'm coming home. Right now. Don't argue." He hung up.

I shot back. “I can make it unbearable to ignore.” He laughed. I swore under my breath. That evening, I saw Sophie near the records room, stacking scrolls neatly. She didn’t see me at first. I stopped. This was it. My heart pounded so hard I wondered if she could hear it. “Finn,” Zeke said softly. Now. I stepped forward. “Sophie.” She turned, surprise flashing across her face before she smiled. “Beta Finn.” I hated how formal that sounded.