Sophie Kinsella Audiobook Novels & Stories

Chapter 4 The library was a cathedral of forbidden knowledge, with shelves that climbed thirty feet toward a ceiling painted with constellations that didn't exist in any known sky. A single, massive mahogany desk sat in the center, littered with grimoires and vials of shimmering mercury. Arthur was waiting for her, standing by a tall window that overlooked the rainy city skyline. He held a glass of amber liquid, the ice clinking softly. "You're five minutes late." Sophie stopped at the edge of the rug, her breath catching. She was wearing a sheer white blouse and a tight black pencil skirt—clothes Arthur had selected for her. The iron ring on her finger felt heavy, a constant, pulsing remind

Tumbling into the soft rug with him. And there it was again—that little voice telling Sophie to turn around and go back to the man who’d made her feel more alive with one single kiss. But once again, she shoved that voice away and told it to shut up. This was insane. Someone like her needed nothing to do with Beta Sage. *****

I shared a humorous anecdote about a particularly obstinate teacher back in college and she told me about her new favorite book, a fantasy book about a courageous empress. It was comfortable, simple and just what I needed. The unrestrained laughter soothed the wounds from the previous few days. For a while the simple happy sound of a childs laughter and the sense of a renewed connection overshadowed the confusion of Sloan's secrets, the impending dangers and the staggering range of emotions. And then Sophia was saying mid-sentence recounting some elaborate plan she and Arthur had concocted to fix something “We decided the best approach would be to…” “It seems someone is feeling better.”

“What do you think?” “Don’t listen to her,” Hakon said, glaring at Sophie. “If I were you, I’d transfer to another clan if you can’t control yourself.” “No chance. I like this clan. I like my king,” Sophie purred. Salem began chanting, and Sophie’s body crumpled to the floor in agony. She watched her, bored, and Hakon shot her a look. “What?” she said, rolling her eyes. “Fine,” she muttered, stopping abruptly. Sophie gasped for air, then started laughing.

He hums then presses the backs of his hands to the sides of my neck. Isla lunges and grabs Ryan’s wrist, yanking him back and snarling, “Don’t touch her. Your friend has already done enough. Fiona doesn’t need any more problems.” “Are you feeling sick?” Sophie’s soft voice makes all three of us look at her, and I nod. “Well, it’s a good thing I brought this book then. It’s the one I told you about, remember?” A book. The last time we talked, Sophie told me about a book she got from someone in her family. I don’t remember much about the book other than that it’s a Lycan book, but I do remember asking if I could look at it.

If it could even do anything at all,. Perhaps shed more light on what drove him. His thoughts, the things that went on in his head. Perhaps there was nothing worth anything in here. Rhys took out Sophie’s book from his pocket, noting—for the second time—the similarities between the two books. Sophie’s own, though, appeared worn from too much use and time, while Alice’s still appeared brand new. He opened Sophie’s book and began reading. My uncle did not come home.

“We don’t exactly get along.” Sophie studied me in the mirror, expression cool but sharp. Then she said, almost offhand, “Then stop forcing books. Try podcasts. Documentaries. Listen, absorb, repeat. Faster. Cleaner. Smarter.” I tilted my head, grin returning. “Perfect. I’ll sound cultured while getting my nails done.” For just a heartbeat, Sophie’s lips curved, not quite a smile, but the closest thing I’d seen. The warmth flickered, quick and fragile, before she buried it under discipline again.

“Check out the local library. Ask for Yellen’s book. Tom” Leila sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Eduard Yellen. The man whose nutty research had kicked off this whole mess. A dead man with too many secrets and not enough time to spill them. Now she was supposed to dig through dusty old books to figure out how deep this rabbit hole went. She headed for the fridge, hoping for something stronger than a clue, but all she found was a single can of gourmet dog food and a designer bottle of mineral water. Wolfie’s breakfast, it seemed, was more luxurious than hers.

ELARA My heart raced. I sat up straight, the warmth from my release evaporating instantly, replaced by cold dread. Then the voice broke into a goofy and familiar laughter and I almost threw my phone across the room. "Sophie, I swear to the Moon Goddess." She was cackling now, completely unraveling on the other end of the line, and I could picture her perfectly sprawled across her couch somewhere, tears streaming down her face, finding herself absolutely hilarious. "You should have heard yourself. 'Mrs. Cross.'" She attempted the dramatic tone again between giggles. "I can't breathe right now."

It suddenly dawned on me that the thing that was hitting me, was a Rogue and they were just doing Alpha Knox’s dirty work. “Where is she?” I growl into the darkness. “Phin is busy, someone else is bringing you a present.” “Her name isn’t Phin. It’s Sophie with a capital Bitch in front of it.” “You know nothing.” “I know that she is a false witch. Someone who wants to be better, but she was never given the true gift.” His laugh echoes and I hear the creak of a door, followed by Linc’s scent. “Smell him half-breed?”