Sophie Mina Novels & Stories

Sophia Sophie hurried away, darting into the corridor that led into the kitchen area. She almost collided with Danielle Eton who gave her a cold glare. Sophie trotted off hastily. She avoided Danielle like the plague. The woman had a tongue like a whip and an attitude to match. With her close-cropped ice blonde hair and cold blue eyes, she made Sophie tremble in the way she had when she had been in school and summoned before the Head teacher for some misdemeanour.

Nat called out nervously. Ignoring both their glares, I continued, "But seeing and hearing the way you talk, my mother was right... The most handsome people are the ones with the blackest hearts," I added. "My name is Sophie, and I'm a friend of your daughter." I turned and smiled at Nat, who returned the smile, faintly. "So, since she is not allowed to leave the house or have fun outside, how about I come to visit, hmm?" I asked innocently.

Denzel, the Lycan King, the annoyingly handsome Maverick, and two others whom she couldn't place were leading someone whom she felt she should know but couldn't find any memory associated with him. She huffed, rolled over on the bed, and closed her eyes to sleep. Maybe she would have better luck that night or the next morning. She just had to get Cinnia away from Denzel and the other girl, Mya—who stared her down as if she were an insect that needed to be crushed—for an hour at most. Sometime later, a bump against her window roused her from her slumber. The sound was not enough to wake the average person but Sophie was a very light sleeper. Even a spoon falling onto a carpeted floor would be

“Wait, my child. Stay for at least ten minutes. Talk to us. At least go see your aunt. I can’t prepare anything for you to eat, but Sona will be here soon and she’ll bring something.” “Really? Where is Sona?” Magdalena asked angrily. At the same time, she took out the sandwiches she had bought at the airport for the journey and placed them on the table for them. “Sona is at work. She works in a restaurant washing dishes and usually comes home late.” “I can’t wait for her today, but when she comes, tell her to be home tomorrow morning.” Nazi did not know the truth. Sona worked in a low-class whorehouse in the area. She worked as a prostitute, mostly serving truck drivers. She earned very litt

Sophia arrived that evening, her boots crunching over frost. She wasn’t alone. Mina stood at the heart of the observatory, her presence calm and ageless as ever. She wore a simple coat, her hair longer now, her eyes deeper—filled with quiet awareness that felt older than the planet itself. “I thought you’d gone,” Sophia said softly. “I never go,” Mina replied, smiling faintly. “I just change the way I’m seen.” Sophia approached her. “The children are building something—Raven says it’s architectural. Elise believes it’s psychic resonance. But it feels like more than that.”

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

“Good morning, my king.” “Good morning,” Jaden smiled, nodding as he walked to the closet. “By the way, what’s your name? Are you new?” “Oh, Lady Malia and I met on your coronation day,” she explained. “I traded shifts with the other young maid this morning. My name is Sophie, but people usually call me Soph.” “She couldn’t handle me anymore?” I asked, teasing. “Oh no, not at all.” She waved her hands. “I actually requested it myself. You’ve been eating very poorly, my lady.”

Silence fills the small space between them as they only hear breathing and heartbeat of each other. Both of their eyes unknowingly closed for a moment! "Hey handsome!" While they were busy in their romantic display, the same lady approached them. Her voice instantly angered Kathy! "I am Sophie. Sophie Castello. You can call me Sofi!" The young woman named Sophie shamelessly stepped in their moment and raised her cup. "Congrats for winning!" Added Sophie, started the discussion with Aaron and got endlessly with her probing.

The way he'd looked at her like she was a problem to solve. Her phone buzzed. Text from Isabella: "Stop thinking about him." "I'm not." "You absolutely are. Go to sleep. Tomorrow we have the Milan fabric meeting." "I know." "Then SLEEP." Sophia closed her eyes and tried. But sleep didn't come easy. Because across the city, in a penthouse office, Theo Sinclair was reading a file his assistant had compiled. Sophia Dante. Age twenty-six. Married at twenty-one to Richard Blackwood. Survived attempted murder. Built fashion company from nothing. Partnership with LVMH secured at twenty-six.

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?!”