Sophie's Choice Novel Novels & Stories

This situation was putting me at a crossroad; I could either choose myself by refusing this ridiculous offer to literally be sold off in order to save my father and instead continue with my escape plan with Benjamin, who was right outside, or I could choose to save my dad’s life and accept being sold off. The choice was clear. “Who even is the person who is willing to pay such a crazy amount for a blind girl?” I asked after concluding in my mind to choose my father. I couldn’t bear his death being my fault. I just would never be able to forgive me. “Emm…,” I could hear the hesitation in Noah’s voice as he tried to reveal the person’s name. Why didn’t he want to reveal who the person was? I k

I stepped back, deliberately avoiding her touch, leaving her hand suspended awkwardly in the air. But Giselle didn't seem angry. Instead, she smiled to herself, her large, innocent-looking eyes fixed on me. I had once been captivated by that expression, believing her eyes were filled only with purity and tenderness. Now, I could see nothing but calculation and materialism. I sneered, "Your darling's over there. What are you trying to do with me?" I gestured toward Kevin and added, "Are you trying to find a new father for your kid?"

We left the market eventually and walked without deciding to, no direction, just side by side talking about nothing in particular, and I kept thinking how strange it was that I could talk to this person about genuinely nothing for this long and never once want the conversation to stop. We’d been walking for what felt like ages, when we turned a corner and I saw a bookshop. It was small and slightly tucked between two larger buildings. I was through the door before I even had to think about it, pulling Caleb behind me. It looked exactly like the kind of place you stumbled into by accident and somehow lost two hours inside. I disappeared between the shelves almost immediately. Then I found a b

As we walked, Maria placed her hand on mine. "Hey, don't listen to her," he said. "This isn't your fault." But I just shook my head. "It feels like it is," I whispered. "If I hadn't come back into Brian's life..." She stopped me, turning me to face her. "Sophia, you can't blame yourself for this," she said. "Brian made his own choices. He chose to work with Victor, and he chose to try and make it right."

That was the last time he ever came to me. … The next time I heard his name, it was in the news. Yvonne had fled abroad with her mother, carrying the pregnancy to term in secret. When she returned with the child, she tried to blackmail River for money, banking on blood ties. But she never got the chance. By then, River had twisted beyond recognition. In a fit of rage, he drove a knife into Yvonne's chest, ending her life in an instant. Then, with his own hands, he smothered the bastard child that should never have been born.

“You broke children. You hunted wolves. You ruined lives because you thought you were chosen.” Lucian shook his head, wild-eyed. “It was necessary.” “I will make sure you pay,” Sophie said. “I will not let you hurt anyone else. Ever again.” She lifted one hand. “For now,” she added, voice cold, “be quiet.” Ice swept over him. His body froze in place, mouth locked mid-protest, eyes burning with impotent rage. Sophie turned away. Her attention shifted to the hunters gathered around the courtyard. So many of them were young.

"Knox isn't a thing that can be lost or kept. He's a person making choices. And the more you try to manage those choices, the more he pulls away. You know that. You've watched it happen." The library was quiet around us. Somewhere in the stacks, a cart squeaked across the floor. Sophia looked up, and for the first time since I'd met her she looked exactly her age — seventeen, a little tired, holding something too heavy for the grip she had on it. "He told you about us." "Enough."

I wiped the tears from my face, suddenly calming down as I said, "Did you know? I'm actually an orphan. I once wished to stay here forever. After all, compared to the cash reward and everything in the real world, your love was what I craved most." My gaze swept across these people, who were in immense pain. "But I've found a new home and people who truly care about me. I won't stay here anymore. If worst comes to worst, I'll just die again. This life was never really mine to begin with!" Sophie loosened her grip, the obsession in her gaze gradually turning into despair. "I'll let you go… I'll let you go…" Letting go of me, Sophie suddenly picked up the paring knife on the floor and plunged i

Evely made a dreamy face, she was lost in her own dream admiring the beauty of her new cute professor, even though she was already in love with someone else. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk".. Sophia shook her head at her. "I don't know why you and other students are dying for that guy actually, f*ck he doesn't even look that cool," Sophia muttered nonchalantly taking her gaze back to her book. "By the way, what book is that?" Evely asked as she bent her head to look at the back and it was written; ....The Wolf.... "Sophia so you are still into this book?" "I mean, just so you can find out how to kill them in case you eventually find one! You are still on this?" Evely had a sentimental look on her face as

Sylvia barked out. “Now, that’s mighty stupid of you my dear. Because you see, Sophie doesn’t really have a choice in the matter. The only choice I was giving her was whether or not to let you live. She’s going to join me no matter what because if she doesn’t, I will kill anything and anyone she has ever loved.” As he said this he lifted Sylvia up by her neck and threw her up against the wall as he did with me. “Sophie would kill herself before she would ever let that happen.” Sylvia choked out the words so assured as if she were reading my mind. She knew it was the truth because she knew how deeply I felt about my friends and family that I would rather die than see any harm come to them.