Sophie Kinsella Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Lock the door again and take off your top.” Sophie didn’t hesitate. She locked the door, then pulled her sweater over her head. Her breasts were full and round, nipples already hard under a thin pink bra. She unhooked it and let it fall. Her tits bounced free…pale, perfect, with small pink nipples. Professor Voss stepped back so he could see both of us. “On your knees. Both of you.” We obeyed. I slid off the chair and knelt on the carpet beside Sophie.

A soft voice rings out from inside, “Please, come in Serena.” Kyler steps back letting us inside before scampering back into the room and crawling up onto the bed. My eyes follow and lying there is a lovely young woman. Long brown hair and hazel eyes. Her tired eyes meet mine and she smiles at me weakly, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to meet you last night Luna as you can see I’m not feeling the best. My name is Sophie, my mate is Kalen.” She coughs softly. I stand in the doorway shocked, I didn’t know that Kalen had a mate. I’m quickly shaken out of my shock as Serena rushes over and kneels by her side, “Is it getting worse again?” her brows are furrowed and she grabs one of Sophie’s frail ha

Silence fills the small space between them as they only hear breathing and heartbeat of each other. Both of their eyes unknowingly closed for a moment! "Hey handsome!" While they were busy in their romantic display, the same lady approached them. Her voice instantly angered Kathy! "I am Sophie. Sophie Castello. You can call me Sofi!" The young woman named Sophie shamelessly stepped in their moment and raised her cup. "Congrats for winning!" Added Sophie, started the discussion with Aaron and got endlessly with her probing.

"Oh my god" Sophie muttered before the demi god captured her lips with his, he tasted sweet and masculinity, sensual and arousing, the more they kissed the more Sophie lost her sense and where she was exactly, the male is perfect, he kissed her hard and soft at the same time, she don't know how he does it but he was driving her crazy, as they kissed she released a muffled moan out of pleasure making the male to bit her lower lips turning he more on.

The children were clearly enchanted by Sophie—Alexander had abandoned his drone manual to listen to her stories, Ethan had actually closed his book, and Madison was painting what appeared to be the Eiffel Tower on her napkin. "Sophie," I said, "I want to thank you. For what you did. For helping Kyle put Taylor behind bars, for making sure she can't hurt anyone else. I know it must have been difficult, having your identity stolen, your money used to—" "Oh, ma chère," Sophie interrupted, her laugh like silver bells in winter air, "difficult is trying to find good help for a château in Provence. Having my identity stolen by a psychotic step-sister with delusions of grandeur? That was just Tuesd

"She's Mrs. Gould! How dare you make her kneel?" Grandma eyed Tanya coldly before giving Peter a look. Peter got the hint and instructed some of the staff members to grab Tanya. "Get on your knees too!" The staff held Tanya and pressed her down firmly. She immediately started barking at me like a rabid dog. "Sophie! You'll pay for this! How dare you get these people to attack me? I won't let you get away with this!" I rubbed my ears in contempt. Was she that much of a fool that she couldn't tell that the tides had turned against her?

I laughed softly and typed one final reply. Me: Yes, Lord Fernsby. Kendrick: Brat. I laughed out loud this time. “What?” Adeline asked. “He called me a brat.” “You probably deserved it.” “I definitely did.” Before I could say anything else, I noticed a familiar figure walking toward us. “There she is.” A few moments later, Sophie appeared, wrapped in a cream trench coat over a navy dress, her curls bouncing as she hurried toward our table. “My girls!” she exclaimed.

“I heard it when I said it.” Charlotte asked only one question. “Why did it sound reasonable?” Long silence. Then Sophie answered in a voice stripped bare. “Because I was tired.” That hit harder than any theory. Because fatigue again. Always fatigue. Malcolm kept finding the places where exhaustion made surrender feel like wisdom. Charlotte said, “Come to Iceland.” Sophie hesitated. Then: “I’m already packing.” When she arrived two days later, the hall did not greet her like a returning strategist. It greeted her like someone who had nearly been taken somewhere subtle and had come back able to describe the terrain.

I say before I can stop myself. “Hate what?” he asks. “Her,” I say. “On your lap. In your house. Calling you…that.” Something flickers across his face. “I don’t hate it,” he says. “I don’t understand it. But I don’t hate it.” “Well,” I say. “That’s…something.” Sofie pulls a book from the shelf—too big for her hands—and staggers under its weight. “Careful,” I say. Kael is already moving, crossing the room in two long strides.

Her mind seethed at her because he was unsuitable in every way, yet her heart wanted to find him this very instant. A sharp knock at the door made both jump, Sophie went to answer it and Athena heard a quiet, “Yes Sir…much better now…I will”. Returning to the comfort of the fire and chairs Sophie handed her a book tied with a ruby ribbon. Untying the ribbon she saw it was a collection of prints and drawings from the capital cities of Europe. “Baron Fairfax suggested you might like these to read whilst you rest. Isn’t he kind!” “He is yes, what a beautiful book.”