Anne Sophie Novels & Stories

She just wanted to use Sophie to continue to hold me hostage, to maintain her access to the Styles fortune and name. That was all this was. Another manipulation. Another scheme. I stood near the champagne fountain at Sophie's baby shower, watching the guests mill about, making polite conversation I had no interest in joining. I turned to talk to Anastasia, who was standing beside me, looking perfect as always in her navy dress that matched my tie—something Mother had arranged, no doubt. "The party turned out beautifully," Anastasia said, smiling up at me. "Your mother has impeccable taste." Anastasia was perfect. She was beautiful, poised, the youngest daughter of the Cole family with their

she most certainly had to recall that memory. She nodded her head, "yes, a wilted daffodil. You told me it was from a gentleman who snuck in backstage, I do recall that. Oh my, was that Sébastien Harrington?" she asked me and I nodded my head with such energy, my neck hurt but I did not let it deter me.

When I was done brushing and taking my bath, I changed into a pair of black leggings and a light blue sweater when I noticed the weather was a bit chilly. I packed my curls in a bun and left my room, nearly bumping into Anya. "Oh, dearie! I was just about to come and wake you up for breakfast!" she exclaimed with a cherry tone. "Good morning, Anya," I greeted the woman. "Good morning to you too. Follow me. I'm sure you must be starving," she said and turned to leave. "You have no idea," I mumbled and followed after her. "You haven't told me your name yet," she said to me. "Oh, I apologize. I'm Rosaline, but people call me Rose," I told her. she turned around to look at me and I felt a little

“I wasn’t, but you on the other hand my darling you were born ordinary and you don’t belong here just like you don’t belong to Ansel, you are just an ordinary lame human and Ansel is way too good for you, he should be mine because I am his mate and not you,” “A lost human”. The venom spewing from Sophia’s mouth got me confused. Humans, mate and Ansel was all I needed to understand. Sophia spew a lot of nonsense but she has gone on severally with the you are human that she makes me think there is more to Ansel I don’t know. She throws the last slice of pancake in her mouth, She really didn’t need to do much to look sexy. Her Cupid lips moved in a sequential tune with her jaw, Aprons never loo

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.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: BOOK THREE WILL BE AVAILABLE IN SEPTEMBER. TITLED 'LOVELY IMPERFECTIONS, ' IT'S A STAND-ALONE BOOK ABOUT NATHAN AND THE GIRL HE FALLS IN LOVE WITH. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨ Sophie (10 years later, June 18th) I stood at my kitchen island, finishing the last touches on my baby's cupcakes. It was his birthday today, finally turning five years old.

“Yes.” Sophie shrieked, flinging herself at us so hard that Alexander almost toppled backwards. He laughed as he caught her and wrapped his other arm around me, pulling us into a tangled, tear-soaked embrace. “Mommy said yes! Mommy said yes!” Sophie chanted, bouncing in his arms. “Now I can be Sophie Langston, Princess of Cupcakes!” I choked on a laugh as I wiped my tears. “Princess of Cupcakes?”

Sophia was drunk but was still sane, unlike Kelly who was heavily drunk after three glasses of Champagne. She hurried up to Joana and immediately she caught her with a stranger holding hands. “ Joana, are you alright?” She asked and narrowed her eyes to the stranger. It was Anthonio. “ You? How dare you show up after several months?” Sophia said, infuriated. “ Hello Sophia” Anthonio greeted but Sophia was not in the mood. The interference of Sophia was already causing a scene so Joana quickly exchanged contact with Anthonio and grabbed her cousin to leave.

"Absolutely fascinating." Scarlett spun around, her face flushing crimson. "What are you doing?" "Research," Sophie said cheerfully. "And ma chérie, you have been very busy this afternoon, haven't you?" The kitchen fell silent except for the soft bubbling of Thomas's forgotten soufflé and the distant sound of traffic from the street below. "I have no idea what you're talking about," Scarlett said. Sophie's smile was wicked. "Oh, but I think you do. You see, I have what you might call a very educated nose. Years of traveling, of sampling the finest perfumes, of learning to distinguish between the subtle notes in complex bouquets."

**** Sophie stood in front of the mirror, fastening the sapphire necklace her aunt”s sister Mary had given her the year before she died. “I wore this at my first Burette Phoenix gala hosted by Mary,” she told Alexander quietly. “The night I raised my first million.” She’s was my inspiration and the first brain behind Phoenix. “You’re going to raise something different tonight,” he said. “Hell.” She smiled at him in the reflection. “That too.” At exactly 7:00 p.m., Sophie and Alexander arrived at the Phoenix Quarterly Fundraising Gala. Their entrance was deliberate — slow, regal, intimate but restrained.