Sodapop Personality Novels & Stories

“I’m pretty excited.” I was so grateful for Gerald being here too. “Okay, let’s talk about that.” Sophia said. “I need you to quit your job.” “I’m not doing that.” “And why not?” “I like wine and I think it’s interesting. I want to know more about it. I know who I am, Mom. I know I don’t have a problem with alcohol the way Dad does.” I actually believed that. It's not like Nathaniel who didn’t exactly have a problem but constantly straddled the line of having one. I thought this would actually be very good for Gerald especially since he was so excited about it.

Evelyn asks eagerly, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Sophia sips her smoothie, savoring the fruity goodness before responding. "For the most part. Honestly, Evelyn, I'm just relieved that it's all behind me now," she confesses, a hint of weariness seeping into her voice. "Cheers to that," Evelyn exclaims, raising her smoothie cup and clinking it against Sophia's. "You are so much better off without him! I've never encountered a more egotistical, arrogant, money-hungry man in my life."

Once upon a messy life! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #Cheryl “I really don’t care about your nagging… it tiring…..” I whined to my new friend, the one I just made here at Pop’s. Mia resigned, and now we hired a new waiter and cook. She’s cheerful, friendly, and everything that describe too nice. I like her already, we became friends the instant she walks in, her name is Sophie. She’s a dropout, which is by the way sad, but loves cooking and can sing as hell.

I agreed. “My kinda girl,” I said. She looked at me, surprised that I agreed. “I knew I liked you,” she smiled and I wrapped my arms around her as she leaned in for a hug. She wrapped her arms around me and I held her for a moment just taking in the moment. “How can we do that?” Poppie said sitting up and wiping away tears that had fallen down her cheeks. “Well, I found out that in order to hurt sadistic rich people, you have to know how to hurt them,”

Sophia's POV To be honest,about that guy Jacob... I'm kinda glad that he doesn't finds me attractive because of my size.I wasn't put on this earth to impress anybody but myself. I don't need a man to tell me if I look good or not or if I have a perfect body shape or not.I can do that all by myself! I know that I look good every day,my hair and my outfits be on point no matter where I go.I always smell extremely good,my attitude is savage,and I'm very loyal.So,I see nothing wrong with me and I don't see anything wrong about me.I swear,men like Jacob are nothing but a bunch of judgemental pigs who think they're too good to be with a girl that haves extra meat on her bones.

Sophia was not much of a drinker, and after a few glasses, she felt a bit dizzy. She rested her chin on her hand, lazily looking at Elliot. "You're right. There will inevitably be conflicts when two people live together, especially since we both have strong personalities. My grandmother always said I'm impulsive and impatient. But you're asking me to explain something I don't think is wrong. How patient can I be?”

he says and I looked at him confused. "What?! Dante this is Isabella. You two loved each other. You adored her" I tell him. It is his drunk mind talking. "I can't love anyone. I am a sociopath,I am mentally ill,I have ASPD. I was diagnosed with this as child. I hate people, people make me sick, that is how I programmed to be. I am not a good person,I don't deserve love" he says taking another swing of the whiskey. "Okay that is enough " I tell him and take it from his hand.

Soon you’ll see him as more than childish—he can also be sharp-tongued, ruthless, cold-blooded, and a master of sarcasm. Rex: Don’t slander the young master! He’s the gentlest, handsomest, best of the best! Sophia and Jerry: …Add this to the list: extremely biased and absurdly protective.

"I didn't like her. She wasn't a nice person, and a little too butch-y for me, anyway. And I need to be able to be a goof around my partner. It's an important part of my personality." I laughed, shaking my head. "I can't imagine that. You're always so serious." Sandy smirked at me, running a finger over my hand. "Can't be serious all the time. I'd explode." "I think I'd like to see that." "Oh, you will, promise."

Not someone else’s version of who they think I should be. ‘So if I ask you—the real you—out to dinner, will you say yes?’ Sophia swallowed, unsettled by how much being this close to him affected her. What scared her most in all this was how badly she lost her judgement around him. She didn’t want to be the sort of woman who lost her mind around a man. ‘Why are you bothering? Why are you so persistent?’ ‘When there is something I want, I go for it. That’s who I am.’