Anne Sophie Novels & Stories

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

Romantic! I admired them before reading the little white card that was tucked between two roses."For my Maid of Honour."I smiled, but that quickly turned to a sigh. At least I can always rely on Carmen to get me flowers. It's sweet of her. Mason walked out of the master suite holding Penelope."Who are they from?" "From a secret admirer. Are you jealous?"I joked. "No, I'm not jealous. I've no reason to be."He put Penelope down and picked up a suitcase. "Whoever they're from they clearly don't know you."

"This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!" She's still grinning, too delighted to care. "What? I got it on my way here. It's not my fault I have to work night shifts." I roll my eyes. "Norah!" someone calls out. "Oh, shit. Can you hold on to this for me for a while?" She shoves the item into my hands before I can refuse and I stare at her retreating figure in disbelief. Norah is the strangest person I've met. And if she wasn't my best friend, I would have sworn she was a witch because of all the weird stuff she's into. But she's such a sweet, innocent person, I don't know what I'd do without her.

'She's too precious for this world' Amy thought and cupped her cheeks as she stares at Amelia happily. "I'm glad" Anne suddenly said as she sighs. "Anne?" Helga said. "Oh, I'm just glad that madam Lia isn't the kind of person we all thought her to be. She really suits the master" Anne said and smiled with relief. Amelia felt herself blush after hearing Anne's compliment. "Oh! madam Lia is blushing! How cute!" Maisy chuckled. "Maisy," Helga said, calling Maisy's name with firmness in her tone.

In almost no time, it was Sophie that gotten back with a plate and the game reached an unexpected stop. Sophie was red humiliated and it had to do with her outfit. She was wearing a French house keeper ensemble which pushed her firm bosoms totally out of the top and the skirt was scarcely beneath her pussy. She was influencing toward us enchantingly on six inch heels and, when she turned, I understood the rear of the skirt would show her butt in the event that she twisted around even a modest quantity. She clearly realized this too on the grounds that she strolled inflexibly upstanding across the front room floor. I checked out the table as she went to me and different folks were following h

’ And then, triumphantly, she added, brandishing her trump card, “Worthington told me as much.’ she declared. Seeing the disbelief in Jose’s face, she stood up, almost making poor Paddy fall down. Leaning across she sneered, “Oh, I see. So you are as besotted by her as the rest of them!’ And she turned to march out, dragging her startled nephew by the arm. Jose hurried after her. “Hey, hey, listen,’ he said gently, pulling her arm, forcing her to stop. “Maybe there is something you are missing here?’ Sophie’s eyes were swimming with tears. “I. HATE Proserpina Delano, ‘ she hissed. ’But that bi*ch is going to get her just desserts, wait and see.’ And hurried over to her beat-up little vehicle

She wanted to rush to hug her but Sebastine's grip on her waist stopped her. Sophia is a stunningly beautiful woman with long, curly blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a slender yet curvaceous figure. She stands at 5'9" with a confident and poised demeanor, often turning heads wherever she goes. As a successful model, she has graced the covers of numerous fashion magazines and walked the runways for top designers. " You should be careful next time." Sebastine said to her. " You should stop your public display of affection with this commoner." Sophia countered in anger.

Then, at nine sharp, the crack of heels split the quiet. Sophie. Tall. Flame-haired. A black sheath like armor. Her curves hit first, full bust cinched tight, waist narrow, hips powerful. Voluptuous without apology, every line controlled. Wine-dark mouth, porcelain skin, hair twisted into submission. Her gaze swept me, clinical, peeling me raw without touching. “You’re Amber,” Sophie said. Not a question. A verdict. I lifted my chin. “So they tell me. And you are?” “Your salvation, apparently.”

Sophie's eyes grew cold. She pushed her glasses up her nose bridge before replying, "Regardless of your acknowledgment, I'm still Mitchell's legal wife at the end of the day. Mandy, on the other hand, doesn't have anything to stand on." Annie didn't expect Sophie to retort. She had always hated Sophie, the weird cousin who had appeared out of nowhere, ever since she was a kid. Annie was supposed to be the Warners' only precious daughter. To make things worse, she was now known as the second daughter of the Warners because Sophie was a couple of months older than her.

Colin asked coldly, his voice laced with condescension. "No!" Sophie shook her head quickly. Colin didn't believe her and glanced dismissively at her. Sophie noticed the slight change in his demeanor and felt uneasy. She didn't want to upset him, but deep down, she knew the truth. She was like the sea princess in the story—her time was limited. Aspen kept saying she would get better, but Sophie could feel that her condition was serious. Still, if she was going to disappear like sea foam, she wanted Aspen to have someone who loved her after she was gone. With that in mind, she got up and walked over to a small bookshelf.