Sophie Kinsella Audiobook Novels & Stories

“They’re just stories people tell themselves to feel something.” The receptionist had given her the heavy brass key with a nervous laugh. “Just… ring the front desk if anything unusual happens.” Sophia unpacked in the lavish suite, admiring the antique four-poster bed, the velvet drapes, and the claw-foot bathtub that overlooked the stormy sea. She showered, slipped into a silky black slip, and settled into bed with a book on cognitive biases, determined to prove once again that the supernatural was nonsense. The lights dimmed on their own at midnight.

"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.

Sophie sits at the top of the stairs. She's bored out of her mind, but being that she made Logan a promise, she decides to stay in place, waiting for him to change his mind any second. She cancels out the loud noises of whistles, cheerleaders and the clashing of football players with her headphones by turning on her spotify list of favorite songs and reading her next chapter of 'white rose' ***

Sapphire asks. Sophia, Marlayna, and my precious jewel have joined us. The other two grab their plates from their husbands. Sapphire kisses my cheek as she takes her plate from my hands and starts loading food on it. I set mine back down knowing that she isn’t going to eat all of what she is piling on her plate. I watch as she moves down the table. I shake my head when she picks up a second plate and starts loading that one with different desserts. “What are you doing?” Sapphire asks.

Sophie found me curled up with some trashy werewolf romance, completely absorbed in a scene that involved way too much detail about the male lead's "throbbing manhood." "Enjoying yourself?" she asked with a grin. I slammed the book shut. "It's research." "Sure it is." She flopped into the chair across from me. "Come on, let's go for a walk. You've been holed up in here all day." Sophie was good company. Easy to talk to, no pressure, no expectations. She chattered about pack gossip and her job at the local clinic while we walked the paths around the territory. The evening air felt good after being inside all day. My wolf stretched contentedly as we moved through familiar territory, and I foun

All I saw was Sophie struggling desperately for air, and all I heard was the panic consuming her from the inside out, then suddenly her eyes rolled back. Everything happened at once. Her knees buckled, her body tipped forward, and before she could hit the floor a strong arm wrapped around her waist while another caught her shoulders effortlessly. My gaze snapped upward, and I sighted Killian. For one brief second his expression remained unreadable as he looked down at Sophie's unconscious form cradled against him, but then his jaw tightened and something dangerous flashed behind his eyes. "What happened?" Standing there with Sophie in his arms, he looked far more terrifying than any wolf eve

A second later, her entire face changed. “It’s a book!” Eleanor smiled a little. “It is.” Sophie pulled it out immediately, already turning the cover toward herself. It was a children’s book about a little girl who liked building things—bridges, toy houses, tiny inventions made from scraps. Honestly, it was exactly the kind of thing Sophie loved. “She builds stuff?” Sophie asked. “She does,” Eleanor answered. “Very clever stuff.” Sophie flipped through two pages before looking up. “I like it.” “I hoped you would.”

“Yahaira.” Calypso was stunned. “You know who that is?” Queen Hyacinth realized her mistake and composed herself. “You don’t?” Calypso knew then that she wouldn’t get any answers. Whatever the older woman knew, she had no intention of sharing any time soon, but she realized that she may get closer to the answers through Hale. Killian was aware that something about the older woman had unsettled his mate, and he was curious about that. He knew that the moment wasn’t the right one for him to ask, so he instead followed in as his sister led them towards the bodies.