Sophie's Choice Novel Novels & Stories

“There's still something in Spanner that I don't have, a loss of conscience. I don't have it and I would never desire to have it. He could take money from you to rape and violate Sophia and come threatening you, I can't do that, never! And to know that Sophia insisted, trying to explain to us all that she didn't plot it, she has no boyfriend, she sobbed and yet, your heart is hardened and saw her tears and you're not moved. Your conscience is dead. And today, my conscience has also finally died towards you. You and I can no longer stay as a couple. I don't love you, I realised I don't, when Sophia returned. My heart has always belonged to Sophia and even today, nothing has changed.

"…you’ll have to choose which side you’re on before the pyre is lit again." I stared at Josefina in silence for far too long. Blood pounded in my temples. Max and Icarus stood behind me like armed shadows, but in that moment, all I saw was her—and everything she represented. I straightened. "You want me to choose?" My voice came out low, rough. "Then listen carefully, because I’ll only say this once." I took a step forward. "I choose my side." Josefina arched a brow, surprised. My voice trembled slightly, but not from fear. From anger. From exhaustion.

Ezra couldn’t move. His brain was stuck, replaying those three words like a broken record. I choose you. They didn’t belong to him. They weren’t meant for someone like him. They were the kind of words that went to pretty, soft-spoken omegas with clean reputations and perfect smiles—not to the sharp-tongued stray hiding at the edge of the firelight. The clearing was dead silent. Every pair of eyes turned his way like he’d just set off a bomb.

Arriving in front of the protective plexiglass, Sophie held her breath and looked up, taking it all in at once. Sophie was not sure what she had expected to feel, but it was most certainly not this. Not a jolt of amazement. No instant of wonder. The famous face looked as it did in the books. She stood in silence for what felt like forever, waiting for something to happen. "So what do you think?" Her grandfather whispered, arriving behind her. "Beautiful, yes? "She's too little." Esquibel smiled. "You're little and your beautiful." I am not beautiful, she thought. Sophie hated her red hair and freckles, and she was bigger than all the boys in her class. She looked back at the Mona Lisa and sh

She questioned many times why a person would hate another person so much. Sophie’s attitude and nasty remarks were salt in the wound. Sophie became a successful singer who turned exceptionally beautiful with age, and with the support of her family, she was nearly unstoppable. Blanche got her seat as she wished. The board saw Blanche taking in Athena and Cleon as her children after their parent’s death. She presented it as her case and unanimously won against all the other women: this bough the Dubois fame and more money.

--- Back at the Compound – That Night Sophia and Rafael stood on the balcony overlooking the training yard, the moonlight casting soft shadows between them. She leaned against him, eyes distant. “I don’t know what scares me more… them replacing me or me becoming exactly what they wanted all along.” “You’re not them,” Rafael said quietly. “You were born in blood and fire, yes. But your choices make you real. Every time you save instead of kill. Every time you love instead of hate. That’s you. Not Lazarus.” Sophia turned toward him. “If I die before this ends—” “You won’t.”

Isaac could only helplessly reply, “Young Master, I believe that you also feel that the children should not have to pay for their parents’ crime. Although the older generation of the Schulz family are not good people, Sophie is not like them.” Charlie shook his head. “I did not have much contact with her, and I do not really know anything about her at all. Therefore, I do not have any idea whether she is the same as Cadfan or Sheldon.” Isaac earnestly replied, “Young Master, Sophie actually has a very good reputation in Eastcliff. She is very talented and extremely studious. Besides that, she is also a very humble person, and she has never put on any airs as a rich heir. In fact, she has nev

"I am what I am, Papa. Tell Don Moretti I'm no longer his concern." I hung up. Damien came to me, draping his jacket over my shoulders. "Okay?" I leaned into him, looking at the tree in the yard. "Yeah. I'm okay." The daisies on the windowsill were long gone, replaced by fresh ones. Every week, he brought new flowers. I thought of the girl who used to follow her sister. The one who always picked up the scraps. She never imagined she'd end up here. Held. Seen. Chosen. Not leftovers. First.

The light in front of me dimmed, fading out bit by bit, until the crashing waves swallowed my weak cries whole. I reached out, fingers straining for the life ring just a few feet away, only to see Terry Vargas step in and puncture it with a needle, destroying my last chance. His eyes burned with hatred as he stared me down. "You killed the girl I loved most. I hope you enjoy this living hell." When he saw me stop fighting, finally going still, he turned and walked away, satisfied.

“You absolutely do.” Ava sighed. “And tonight,” Sophie continued, “when he comes home, you talk. Not accusing. Not crying. Just honest.” Ava nodded again. “Can you do that?” “Yes.” Sophie studied her one last time, then smiled. “You deserve to be chosen,” she said quietly. “Not remembered.” She swallowed. “I know.” Sophie squeezed her hand once more before heading toward the kitchen. Ava remained on the couch. Sophie disappeared into the kitchen, still muttering something about “hydration after… activity,” and Ava stayed where she was.