Sophie Kinsella Novels & Stories

I said as I turned back and took a sip of my drink. "Thank you. Now, don't get me wrong, I think you're beautiful and all, but I have no idea who you are. Or how you got in here." When dealing with people like Karrion, you need to tread carefully. He could make me now and kill me, or I could play the right cards. "I'm Sophie. Sophie Kane." I said as I extended my hand to his for a shake, but instead, he brought it to his lips and placed a kiss on it. He then gave me a sleek smile. If I didn't pay attention, I would've missed it.

Rhys shook his head, recalling that he had had the same thought, and checked the voicemail machine, but the only message on there was from Jake reminding them of the meeting they had with him that evening. “I’m not sure whether she even knows how that stuff works.” He responded a while later. Sophie had gone to brush her long hair and Rhys thought she looked like Rapunzel from the cartoon, only Rapunzel’s hair had been longer. Sophie looked at him from over her shoulder. “In her defense,” she signed with one hand while holding the comb in the other. “Writing letters is more practical.” “You say that.” He laughed. “Do you want me to write you a letter?”

“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.

"Do you have any of your own?" "Oh yes. I've got a lot. Kyle, my friend at the shop, did a lot of them for free. I've got one that's my favorite. Here..." Sophie got to her feet and slipped off her jacket. Then, without a pause, she unbuttoned her blouse, unfastened her bra, and tossed both items on the sofa as she whirled to show Christie her back, brushing her hair aside. Extending from her right shoulder blade and curving down to her narrow waist, a slender black dragon entwined with a long stemmed red rose. The detailing was exquisite and Christie couldn't help staring at the contrast of her porcelain skin with the dark ink.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Sophia I’ve rewritten this in my head about fifteen times. I have a confession to make. I’m not actually Sophia Sterling, tech heiress and trust fund hot mess. I’m Sophia Chen, award-winning journalist with a penchant for chaos and a mild addiction to oat milk lattes. I’ve been lying to you. That doesn’t sound great. What would Marcus even do if I told him? Report me? Arrest me? Look at me with those glacier-slick eyes and tell me this was all one big game of gotcha, and congratulations, I just lost?

Shifting in her chair, she hastily added, “You’re right. I don’t live here. In fact, I’m here to visit someone. My fiancé. I think he’s quite popular in this city. His name is Killian Reid.” All the ladies paused what they were doing at once. Their gazes returned to Sophia, and their eyes widened in disbelief. They all turned to her, eyes filled with curiosity. “K- Killian Reid. Y- You mean the Killian Reid?” “That must be a joke. There’s no other popular person in this city named Killian Reid.” “Are you sure it’s the same Killian? It has to be someone else.” “Actually, it’s him.” Sophia smiled proudly. She brought out her phone, tapped into it, and turned the screen to the ladies.

A striking woman with calculated grace stepped out, while someone remained seated in the passenger side, hidden behind tinted windows. "Miss Holly?" the woman called out, her voice honeyed but firm. Holly turned, confusion etching across her features as she met the stranger's gaze. "Do I know you?" "Not yet, but I know you. I'm Sophie Hart," the woman extended her hand with practiced charm. Holly remained guarded. "What do you want? How do you even know my name?" Sophie smiled, the expression not quite reaching her eyes. "I have a proposition for you. I understand you're working with Serena Quinn at Dreamland Studio?"

Was all Fredrik said as he looked away snapping for a maid to pour wine into the goblet in front of him. “Will we not be dining in the normal fashion due to your guest Master Cadogen?” A woman asked. Her sharp features made her look like something out of nightmares. She was so beautiful she was terrifying. “Do as you wish, drink greedily for all I care Countess Keira.” Cadogen waved his hand lazily at her. She smiled wide. Wide enough for me to see her sharp fangs. She snatched the woman's arm who had walked in with her. The woman was smallish but clearly well fed. Some would even call her plump. Countess Keira bit into the woman’s wrist. A blush rose to her cheeks. I looked away stunned bey

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.