Sophie Kinsella Novels & Stories

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

She looked at the girl beside Johnson. The girl looked up. She had her back leaned on her chair. “I am Sofia Rich. The Third Young Miss of the Eudoxcus Clan.” Her voice was firm and clear. “19 years old. Nice to meet you.” Sofia had a short pixie cut. Half of her hair has glittered. Her eyes were black, her eyelashes were not that long, she had a pointed nose. Her chin was up, and she sat prim and proper. Soheila arched her brow. She was amused by Sofia's formal way to introduce herself. This is rare since she often encounters people that laugh when they introduced themselves. Sometimes, they would be shy, just like Johnson.

Grandma curiously asked "I want to try something different. I constantly living as a famous person so I wanted to try being low just like mom I want to struggle up" "What do you do in New York?" "Modeling? My agency is MK" "Ow really? So your the one who's always the talk of the news? I don't often watch tv so I didn't recognize you" "Uh, yeah. They call me by my second name Zoey." "Every company here would want to work with you," she said I laughed. "My course is somewhat connected with wines" "Ow, I can see why you're into wines"

But the truth my family was faaaaarrrrr faaaar away from the common family category. My sister was the golden princess, while I, you guess it, was the black princess. She was the blonde straight A's, cheerleader captain, the perfect socialite my mom ever wanted and I was the purple haired dare devil, the emo, the worse socialite my mom ever dreamed of. So yeah.

The textbooks were pushed to the side and forgotten as the beer flowed. Sophie was cute. She had light brown hair that waved into the middle of her back, blue eyes, and the warmest smile you’d ever seen. The light smattering of cinnamon-coloured freckles on her nose and over her shoulders popped against her suntanned skin under her white shoe-string camisole. She looked me over with those big blue doe-like eyes, but even I wasn’t enough of a jerk to break the bro-code, no matter how hot Sophie was. Stacey on the other hand…

Evely made a dreamy face, she was lost in her own dream admiring the beauty of her new cute professor, even though she was already in love with someone else. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk".. Sophia shook her head at her. "I don't know why you and other students are dying for that guy actually, f*ck he doesn't even look that cool," Sophia muttered nonchalantly taking her gaze back to her book. "By the way, what book is that?" Evely asked as she bent her head to look at the back and it was written; ....The Wolf.... "Sophia so you are still into this book?" "I mean, just so you can find out how to kill them in case you eventually find one! You are still on this?" Evely had a sentimental look on her face as

Sophia is one of those shameless girls who likes to party, dress sexy, go out with rich kids, her virginity she lost it at the age of sixteen and she doesn't even regret it and ever since sleeps with the first man that comes along. Sophia doesn't care what other people think of her life, she doesn't even care what her own parents think, her philosophy is "my life, it's mine, I do what I do with it. I want, my virginity belongs to me, I do what I want with it" Kiné and Sophia had met one Sunday evening around twenty one o'clock, Sophia had just moved to the Kiné district a week ago. Physio hardly went out, she was a homebody, they must have been eighteen (18) at the time.

He winked. Sophie's eye twitched, and she prayed it hadn't looked like she was winking back. She shut the door and approached his desk. "I'm delighted to meet you, Mr. Dolan. I'm Sophie Armsdale, a professional television journalist." She removed the resume from her portfolio and placed it on his desk. "As you can see—" "What?" He lowered his feet to the floor. "You're Sophie Armsdale?" "Yes. You will notice on my resume' that I have—"

Sophie laments and tears dripping down from her eyes, "Sophie, it's alright, do you know what you will do" her friend asked, "I will give you two options, first option, you will need to relocate to a place where nobody knows your identity, you will disguise like an impoverished lady, rent a room self-contained apartment, equipped it with just necessities, the second option, you dont need to relocate but will need to change your lifestyle to a wayward lifestyle, you will be going to restaurants alone, go to the party, go to clubs live

FIVE YEARS LATER DUBLIN, IRELAND. Sophie twirled around in front of the small mirror hanging on the wall of their bedroom, checking her pink sundress and white bow tied around her long brown hair for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning. "Don't I look like the prettiest princess, Mommy?” she asked excitedly, turning to face Melanie who was folding clothes and putting them into their suitcases. "You look gorgeous as always sweetpea," Melanie smiled at her daughter. Sophie beamed and did another twirl, the skirt of her dress flaring out around her.