Sophie Hannah Books Novels & Stories

I couldn't focus on ink and paper when my blood was singing a song of war. “You don’t know, Raphael,” I began, my voice dropping into a dark, dangerous register. “As innocent as the world may think Sophia is, she is highly manipulative, just like her mother, Hannah. I believe they conspired to push her to me. They knew the elders were sentimental. They knew the pack was desperate for stability. They used the Moon Goddess as a shield to hide their greed.”

He checked on Sophie, making sure she was alright, while I stood there, trembling with frustration and regret. ‘Why didn’t I see through the deceit all along?’ I muttered to myself, shaking my head in disbelief. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know Hannah would get into an accident, and I’m not responsible for it,” Sophie stammered, her voice shaky. Despite her words, I could see the greed and anger she was desperately trying to conceal. Her eyes betrayed the same malice I had seen before, back when I was being burned alive in my past life. “Don’t shift the blame on me. You would have been the one dead if you had been in that car instead of Hannah. So, you caused it, not me,” Sophie spat, her voice lac

"The doctors said not to overwhelm you—" "Please." I grab his hand, this stranger who loves some version of me that no longer exists. "I need to know if you've ever heard of Marcus Henderson. Or Catherine Lewis. Or a little girl named Truth." His expression shifts to genuine alarm. "Sophie, you're scaring me. Those are characters from your book." "My... book?" Jacob reaches for a tablet on the bedside table, tapping the screen before turning it toward me. I stare in disbelief at the cover displayed: "His Forbidden Truth" by Sophia Winters. My name—or some version of it—attached to a fiction that mirrors my reality.

A lowly Omega? I've heard of imprinting before, could that be what just happened...? It's a rare phenomenon, from what I understand. Something that happens when two wolf soul mates meet. Could it be? Is it possible? Or is it just my imagination? I'm so confused. My head is all over the place. "Hannah," my friend Sarah whispers. I look up to see everyone is beginning to file inside. "Come on," she says, beckoning. I hurry to catch up to them, eager to see the Alpha who has made my whole body tremble with need again.

💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞 Series Order: Book 1- Loathing Logan Book 2- Still In Love With You Book 3- Loving Your Imperfections ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Sophie (Last day of school- junior year) I felt a cold shiver down my spine as the ice-cold of Amber's drink poured down my shirt. I gasped as I tried to catch my breath.

Those who don’t have immortality crave it and those who do have it, resent it. “Sophia! Get ready! You will be late!” A lady screamed, her voice reverberating through every wall in the house. “Arrrghhh! I can’t get any fucking reading done!” Sophia cussed under her breath. Sophia was an aspiring brunette writer in her late teens about to start college. She was a fit lady with shoulder-length hair, she had glasses on with an open book right in front of her. Her room was like the room of any teenager her age, except she had posters of famous gore movies and comics plastered across every corner on her walls, unlike the average teenagers that were all about boys.

“Which means he was in school today.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “So where is he?” Sofia lifted her hands in a small shrug. “I don’t know,” she replied casually. “But I have a feeling he might be with Ava… if I’m not mistaken.” ———————————— Hannah quietly walked into the house, carefully closing the door behind her so it wouldn’t make a sound. It was already late by the time she had finish taking with Dominic so she had pass the night in one of the rooms in the bar

Chapter 7: The Hunt Begins The morning of the Hunt dawned blood-red. I hadn't slept. How could I, after everything Zephyr had revealed? The leather book lay hidden under my mattress, its secrets burning through my mind like acid. Moonsinger. The word echoed with every heartbeat, foreign yet familiar, like remembering a dream upon waking. Sophie was already up, practically vibrating with nervous energy. "Today's the day," she said, her voice pitched higher than usual. "Are you ready?"

I could sense Sophia's anger and frustration, but I also knew that she was running out of options "Son, you are not her mouthpiece, even if she is mute, we have been understanding her, writing to us," Hannah said, her voice commanding. "Mother, I am not helping her speak, but what Sophia is doing isn't right. She thinks Aurora is useless and doesn't know what she is doing," Asher said, with a frustrating look. "Isn't she actually useless? Did you know the news that has been spreading around the pack? I don't like what I am hearing, and I want you to stop this madness," Hannah said, her eyes widened with anger.

My appetite was gone. “Is this about another woman?” Hannah asked in a soft voice, like she was treading on an unstable ground. I whipped my head up to look at her. Her gleaming eyes told me she knew something. “What woman?” Hannah took a long pause before the name fell out of her lips. “Sophie.”