Sophie's Choice Novel Novels & Stories

"Nessa, when you read this, your new life begins. Don't dwell on the past, and don't try to uncover who you used to be. Trust me, move forward with determination. You have what it takes to live a brilliant life. "Also, never believe in love or any nonsense men spout. People change. No one is ever truly reliable. The only person you can count on is yourself. You must love yourself first and foremost." She folded the note and slipped it into her pocket, ready for herself to find when she woke. The airport speakers announced the final boarding call. "Passenger Nessa Hill, your flight is about to depart. Please proceed to Gate H25 immediately." Courtney pulled out the vial of memory-erasing poti

Its perfume mixed with the smell of gin is an aphrodisiac for my neurons. "Which one do we open?" “ Sophie brings me out of my reverie, one where Santiago and I dance in a primitive dance moving our bodies in unison. The first time I saw Sophie was the day I moved into the building. I jogged down the sidewalk minutes before holding the door for me as I walked in with a box full of books I've never read. Moving out of the apartment I shared with Joshua for so many years was one of the hardest things I've ever had to say goodbye to.

I justify staring at the floor. “But..” Josh presses. I sigh, closing my eyes, “She’s not Shayla.” Josh groans, “Oh my God, Cole, we’re going round and round in circles. Look, if they both stood in front of you right now asking you to make a choice, who would your heart tell you to pick?” Josh asks, sitting forward and picking up his bottle of beer. I mull over his words silently for a while. “My heart says, Sophie,” I admit with a defeated sigh. “Deep down, it’s always been, Sophie.”

All was going well, Nathaniel was at the stage of almost proposing her, and then your sister has to muddle everything’. ‘What did you guys do to her?’, I asked for the first time realizing that Sophie may have helped these people. I tried to think from her angle. She was just a woman in her early 20’s who suffered sexual abuse. The safety of that much money may have allured her. I guess ... she made the choices depending on her situation. Unlike me, she doesn’t know how to fight. She had no proper education, no kind man to offer a job, nothing. I don’t have the right to question her. Oh, Sophie! What have you gone through to choose this path?

Sophia’s expression hardened. "You still think this is about her?" Alexander didn’t answer. Sophia sighed dramatically. "You never understood anything." Her voice suddenly became serious. "I loved you." The words hung in the air for a moment. Alexander’s face didn’t change. Sophia continued, "And you chose her." Alexander finally spoke. "I chose my own life." Sophia shook her head slowly. "No." Her eyes burned with anger. "You chose a mistake." She pointed toward the city. "That girl will destroy everything you built."

she said quietly, “this feels like how we met.” I froze. The memory hit me hard. Two broken girls. One bad night. One shared silence that turned into friendship. “We’ve been running since then,” I murmured. She smiled sadly. “Fate really doesn’t want us comfortable.” I zipped the bag and sat on the bed, hands clenched. “What if I’m making the wrong choice?” I whispered. Sofie knelt in front of me. “Are you choosing yourself?” I nodded slowly. “Then it’s the right one.” she said while hugging me tightly.

"Snipers are in position. He's at the top-floor window across the square. Your call." "Not yet," I said. "He's got a backup plan." This wasn't suicide. It was just the opening of a larger game. "This is between me and him," I muttered, studying the bomb and mentally dissecting every wire. It was a brilliant, chaotic trap, defying all manuals. Only Rita's erratic intuition could navigate it. Any standard protocol would turn it into a fireball. Patrick was forcing me to play her game. He was trying to prove that they were right and that I was the fool who'd stifled their brilliance.

"Don't even try to make yourself look good. You wouldn't have donated the kidney to my daughter if I hadn't offered you a mil—it's a simple, consensual transaction. "You can't threaten me with this… Hell, it won't hurt me even if you tell everyone. Tina's daughter's life is as precious as my daughter's life, and I'm no saint—I'm a mother. When I have to choose, it's only natural that I choose my own daughter. Have I done anything wrong?" As she finished, she looked Quentin right in the eyes, her words staunch and righteous. Sophie was dead—as she should be. If anything, she should never have been born.

“Sarah and Tiana were kidnapped. They wanted money, revenge. I don’t even know anymore. They called me there. Said I had to choose who to save.” Martha froze, horror etching into her face. “I tried to save them both,” he continued, shaking his head violently, tears spilling now. “I swear I did. But they wouldn’t let me. They said, ‘One life. One choice.’ Sarah was begging… she was looking at me, and I—” his voice broke, “—I saw Tiana. She was pregnant. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t let her die.” He pressed his palms to his face, sobbing. “I chose Tiana. And Sarah—” He choked on the words. “Sarah got swallowed by the fire.”

Any woman violated by several men from their own social circle on the day of her engagement would be left with a permanent scar. Not to mention, Sydney's view of herself had already changed drastically. The last time she had been robbed on that street overseas, she had been nothing more than a dependent mistress who relied entirely on Channing. Now, she had already decided she was a wealthy heiress and Channing's fiancee. Now that she regarded herself as an heiress, how could she endure that kind of humiliation? Just as Sydney was about to raise her hand and point at Samantha, she saw Samantha calmly take a recorder out from her handbag and toy with it in her hand with a smile on her face.