Sophia Lillis Age Novels & Stories

"I just don't want to see you get hurt, Lil. This guy has everything to gain by manipulating you." Her words planted a seed of doubt in me. "Anyway," Sophia said, in a lighter tone now, "Let's talk about something more fun. Like your wardrobe." "My wardrobe?" I blinked. "Lily, you're the CEO of a billion-dollar company. You can't keep wearing borrowed blazers and Target clearance items." "I like my clothes," I argued and sipped my wine.

she said, her voice professional and detached. I took the paper from her, scanning the contents quickly. The bio was brief, but it told me everything I needed to know. Sophia was a 30-year-old woman, born and raised in New York City. She had a degree in business administration from a top-tier university, and had worked for several high-profile companies in the past.

"Just pick one, Landon." Landon sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine." He pointed to the first picture. "I choose...her, I guess." The woman in the first picture had long, curly brown hair and bright green eyes. She was smiling brightly, her teeth perfectly white. She looked like a model, or a actress, someone who was used to being in the spotlight. "Her name is Sophia," Lily said, clapping her hands together in excitement. "Excellent choice, Landon!" Landon raised an eyebrow, confused. "What's going on, Lil?"

Location: Silver Croft Avenue, Blackwood City, Pearl Coast. Sophia, a stunning 28-year-old woman with an olive skin tone and a flair for fashion, paces around her father's opulent living room, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor. Sophia, popularly called Sophiee by her two bosom friends, holds the phone close to her straight hair, which falls just below her chin. She is styled in a chic, bouncy bob with a side part that adds to her effortless charm.

There were no casualties in the disaster, so Oliver was so sure that Sophia was still alive. Meanwhile in one of the humble houses in a remote village. A beautiful girl looked gloomy watching her mother put all her clothes in the suitcase. Sophia Rosetta, that's how it's called. Her face is so beautiful and innocent, she is still 16 years old. He lived with his mother in a village quite far from the capital. "Mom, why do we have to move again?" asked Sophia when she had finished her clothes. Emily is seen sighing then approaching her only daughter.

She looked at the girl beside Johnson. The girl looked up. She had her back leaned on her chair. “I am Sofia Rich. The Third Young Miss of the Eudoxcus Clan.” Her voice was firm and clear. “19 years old. Nice to meet you.” Sofia had a short pixie cut. Half of her hair has glittered. Her eyes were black, her eyelashes were not that long, she had a pointed nose. Her chin was up, and she sat prim and proper. Soheila arched her brow. She was amused by Sofia's formal way to introduce herself. This is rare since she often encounters people that laugh when they introduced themselves. Sometimes, they would be shy, just like Johnson.

“Hey, come on in. Head around back—I’ll let the others in.” “Where’s the birthday girl?” Sophia asked as she stepped outside, scanning the yard. “She’s having the time of her life with her brothers over there,” Lisa said, pointing toward the children playing on the grass. “And Luna?” Sophia added, glancing around. “With her father—as always,” Sophia rolled her eyes. “She’s a real daddy’s girl.” Lisa laughed but frowned slightly at how pale Sophia looked. “Come sit down,” she said gently. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

I miss you Mom. Lilly’s POV: Sophia Carter, an 18 year old British model like girl with blonde hair and exquisite features and body, incredibly social and friendly in nature comes into my life stealing my crush, my first love away from me. I loathe her. She makes me self-conscious and I hate it. I am tall and beautiful but there is a softer touch to her than me. I feel rough and belligerent and like a boy compared to her. “I should just go and tell him how I feel about him”

SOPHIA I was still glowing from the way I felt yesterday at the launch event when the storm hit. It began the next morning around 9 a.m. Clara stormed into my room with her phone in her hand and ran to me. “You need to see this,Sophia.” She said almost breathlessly. I took the phone from her hand and saw my face plastered on different gossip blogs with different headlines. “Charity Angel or Home Wrecker?” “Visioneer or a cheat? Sophia George Accused of Having Affairs with Lucas Grant

She winced at her choice of words and I glared at her. “First of all, Jenny, I'll be twenty in two days ago. I’m not underage, I’m legal! Secondly, it doesn’t matter whether he knows my age or not, he has no right to be touching me that way,” I shot back. *and mind you, just because I'm a year late in entering university and haven't written my entrance yet..." “Jesus. Sophia!" she interrupted me, "we’re here to enjoy ourselves. You need to let loose. You know what, I honestly think you could use some D,” she said with a sly smile and I choked on the glass of water I was drinking.