Sophie Mina Novels & Stories

The messages were daggers, stabbing into my eyes. "Sophie, are you okay? Every day you’ve been gone has been hell." "Sophie, I hired a new assistant. She looks just like you. When I look at her, I can pretend you never left." "Sophie, it’s fate. Her name is Sophia. She even has your birthday." "But she isn't you. A counterfeit can never replace the diamond." "Sophie, I bought that cake from Antonio’s you love. I wish I could feed it to you."

"What are you exactly? Because I've been here four minutes and I already can't figure it out." Sophie's face went red. "I am a guest of the Regal Anatoria and I have been here since the beginning and I have considerably more standing than some Riverside girl who snuck in on the back of—" "REMI." Isolde's voice. Loud. Down the corridor. "REMI ARE YOU IN HERE." Sophie grabbed her arm. "You can't just shout in the—" "I just did." Isolde looked at the hand on her arm. Then at Sophie. "And I'd take that hand off me."

What could Sophia have done on the phone that could make Aminah have screamed like that? "It's Sophia." She continued and she brightened her phone's screen so we could see what had fascinated her like that. Sophia on the other hand seemed undeterred by all her screaming. It's like she knew exactly why she was screaming like that. We peered closer so we would see the object of fascination and while I did not scream or shriek, my mouth did drop open in a small surprised O. There it was, Sophia's picture on Fenty's page, shoulders completely bare, lips painted in the deepest shade of red and lipstick in between her lips.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

"Trust me on this one, mom. Right now, I am not Hailey, okay? I'm Felisha Hughes. Your model. The one who has been modeling your line all these years." I can see the question in her eyes but it was gone quickly when I saw the group, whom I was dreading the most, came to approaches us. Sophie has a wide smile spreading onto her face and her red fiery hair straight and swaying behind her back. She was wearing a pretty pastel white-nude dress, a crochet cardigan, and brown booties. Nico/Sheen was wearing a simple black shirt with a side pocket that has an Aztec design on it and black pants.

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

She quickly ran to Damien's bed and went under the duvet, covering herself and whispering soothing words to relax her mind. ____________ Sophie appeared in a chamber full of different sorts of bottles filled with antidotes. She screamed out a name. "Melissa! Where are you?" Sophie screamed to the top of her voice making a beautiful woman appear before her. "She is wearing a black gown, with a black hat on her head. She has ocean blue eyes shining dazzlingly. Her white hair was trimmed beautifully not passing her shoulders. She is the next most powerful witch. Seeing the girl before her, she flashed a very beautiful smile.

Sophia stood motionless beside the window. Four moons hung above the night sky. Four. Not three. Not one. Four. Lucien stared upward. “That wasn’t there yesterday.” Sophia shook her head. “It shouldn’t exist.” “What did you remember?” Sophia turned toward him. Her face was pale. “Seraphina wasn’t the only child.” Lucien’s expression changed. “You mean the girl from your memory?” Sophia nodded. “Her name was Elyra.”

Sophie had always found Vanessa fascinating. At twenty years old, Sophie was a quiet girl who loved books, drawing, and spending time alone. She had long brown hair, soft green eyes, and a gentle way of speaking. Most people saw her as sweet and innocent. She liked that. It felt safe. But lately, something inside her had started to change, especially when her mother’s best friend came to visit.

his lips softly press on my forehead, and my heart skips. "I know." Apart from Ivan, my dad's crazy ex-girlfriend is still out there, and I know she is pretty mad because I killed her daughter. Crazy people like that never think twice before ending your life. "Let's go to work first, and we will discuss that later. Oh! And you have a meeting at exactly 10, boss." "This is going to be so fun," Vin murmurs and quickly rushes to the closet. I am not surprised when he chooses a flared miniskirt and a white shirt.