Sophie Kinsella Novels & Stories

With a frown he questioned her, making Abigail to sigh, "Alex, you shouldn't speak to elders like this." "I'm not wrong, isn't she a stranger?" Alexander insisted on calling her a stranger making Abigail frown. Sophie laughed being amused by his nature, strangely she isn't angry at all in fact she loved talking to him, "I’m not a stranger, I'm," she wanted to introduce herself as his aunt so badly but stopped herself knowing it's not the right time to do that, "well you can search about me on the internet, I'm not someone who'll harm you, I'm Sophie Desouza."

Victoria’s eyes land on June as they both stare down. “We’re not done, yet, June. We’re not!” Within split seconds, Victoria’s boat crossed ours at an increasing speed, making ours look like a dot. “How is she doing that?” I ask. “There, I knew it!” Jace howled and pointed at a woman standing at the end of the boat, with her eyes and hands directed at the water beneath them. “That’s Sophie, she’s an Elementalist.” “You mean she takes all her energy from earthy ingredients and stuff?!”

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

She felt it was one of the no-go areas. “Wow, May look at you. Who would have guessed you had a hot little body under your normal uniform of wide leg jeans and T-shirts?” Sophie said, stepping into the bedroom from the bathroom. She was wearing a bright yellow flirty dress that did wonders for her coloring. Sophie had the red hair and hazel eyes.

Then, at nine sharp, the crack of heels split the quiet. Sophie. Tall. Flame-haired. A black sheath like armor. Her curves hit first, full bust cinched tight, waist narrow, hips powerful. Voluptuous without apology, every line controlled. Wine-dark mouth, porcelain skin, hair twisted into submission. Her gaze swept me, clinical, peeling me raw without touching. “You’re Amber,” Sophie said. Not a question. A verdict. I lifted my chin. “So they tell me. And you are?” “Your salvation, apparently.”

It read: “Wouldn't miss it for the world. Love, Sophia.” “Your sister is coming?” “Yes, she is, she will be flying in from London tomorrow. She said she has some interesting things to tell Eleanor in person.” I had never met Sophia, but I had heard stories. Killian's half-sister was everything the rest of the family wasn't - warm, independent, completely unimpressed by money and status. She ran an art gallery in London and hadn't spoken to Eleanor in three years. According to Killian, when he first got to the Sinclair family estate, she was the only one who took the initiative to talk to him—he usually called her a pest.

Sophie was the kind of person who blended into the background, unassuming and observant, and I knew that she would be perfect for the task I had in mind. As Sophie entered my chambers, she curtsied low, her eyes cast downward. "Your Luna," she said, her voice soft and respectful. "Sophie, I need your help," I said, my voice low and urgent. "I need you to find out everything you can about Liz. Who she is, where she came from, and what her connection is to our pack." Sophie's eyes flicked up to mine, a hint of curiosity in their depths. “Yes, my Luna," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do my best to find out what I can."

i start, but before I can finish, she cuts in. “Windsor,” she finishes. “Well no,” I say. “Taylor. Windsor isn’t my name.” She lifts a brow. I’m Sophie Deveraux. Bianca’s tragic sister.” Figures. “You hiding?” “Yup. Only one chair though.” She gestures behind her. “Sorry.” “That’s fine. Hiding’s smart. Live to fight another day.” Her smile turns wistful. “Exactly.” Deciding to actually enjoy the party, I manage to convince Sophie to come out and dance with me. For a while, we actually seem to be having a good time, but the moment doesn’t last.

The SoHo café smelled of buttery croissants and freshly brewed coffee, bustling with artists and writers Luna would sneer at as "common." Sophia sat in a corner booth, hidden by lush potted ferns, her grip tight on the briefcase locked beside her ankle. She’d swapped her power blazer for a soft, oversized cardigan, her hair loose and framing her face—carefully playing the part of a desperate wife, not the ruthless strategist she had become.

Sophie sat beside her holding a packet of crisps and a drink. Jessica blinked. "You need to stop appearing out of nowhere." Sophie frowned. "I walked through the door." Jessica looked at her suspiciously. "You are weirdly quiet." Sophie looked offended. "I can be mysterious." "No." "I absolutely can." Jessica raised an eyebrow. "No. You physically cannot." Sophie stared at her. Then slowly opened the crisps. "I feel attacked." Jessica smiled. Sophie pointed dramatically. "There." Jessica sighed. "Oh my God." "What?" "You did it again."