Sophie And Fitz Novels & Stories

I shrugged and go to the car. "Are you guys do—" Nate was speaking but I cut him off by pecking his cheek. He looked awestruck but then remembered why I did that. "Sophia, why did you do this to me?" He said with a "fucked up" look. "Revenge." I snickered. "I can't believe we were born in the same womb." Elliot said with a sullen face. "That's why you are a weirdass bitch." I stated. "Weirdass doesn't exis—"

Marionne continues to work his magic with Sophia. He maintains a caring and loving fianceé. Sophia is like a willing victim, believing everything he says and does. And Ava remains the antagonist in their love story. "Sophia, can we talk?" Ava approaches her sister in the kitchen. Sophia didn't even bother her annoyance with her. "What now, Ava? If this about my fianceé, I don't want to hear it." Sofia said without looking at her. "But, Soph—" Ava tried to explain, but Sophia immediately cut her off.

He had broken me but it seemed he wasn't satisfied and found joy in breaking me more than he had. AUTHOR'S POV. “I'm just happy they'll finally get together after all these years.” Sofie giggled as she took a sip out of the tea. “Me too, they've been doing fine since day one and I couldn't help but feel the spark between the two so I just did a little pushing and all.” Catherine said proudly as she looked at her son and Fiona, who where at the garden through the pellucid glass. “So excited for the engagement day.” Sofie squealed as she looked at her daughter with one of the most rich and qualified bachelor.

I try to focus on the words as I say them, to imbue them with as much sincerity as possible. "I, Sophia, take you, Nicholas, to be my husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do us part." Nicholas repeats the words after me, his voice steady and sure. But as he looked at me, I could see the calculation in his eyes. Not an iota of affection. I just wondered why he even wanted to marry me in the first place, why had he insisted? As the priest pronounced us husband and wife, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The ceremony was over, and it was time to face this new phase of my life.

True to her word, 10 minutes later, Sophie walks into my house and sits at the table where I'm sipping my coffee and picking at my food. "You got anything to do today? I'm going to the shops over in the neutral territory if you want to come along. Janice is coming with," she says while she starts eating. Ugh, not Janice; she's had her eye on Felix since we were in high school and did not take well that I was mated to him. "Really, Janice?" I say back to Sophie, raising an eyebrow at her "She's not so bad; besides, it's not like she'll say anything outright to you."

"Your one lucky girl Sophia, how long have you been together?" "Four months." I answered with a sweet smile Ethan said, his thumb slinking down my hip, "Four hot months." In an effort to get rid of his hand, she tangled her fingers together and silently warned him by giving his fingers a severe squeeze. The man with the silver hair teased, "Don't say that around her father. I looked away from the group of elderly people while softly snorting at the ridiculous remark. "Sophia is her dad’s favorite. They get along the best," my mother said to Ethan.

"I wasn't going to come. But then I saw you outside the patisserie. Staring down that chocolate cake with such fierce determination. I was mesmerised. I'd never felt so instantly captivated by another person. And then, well, you let me buy you some cake and asked me for an adventure. Call me crazy but, I took it as a sign to come here." Sophie smiled to herself at his words. The truth was she felt connected to him too. "So what now?" She asked sweetly, pulling away to look him in the eyes. "Well, how about we finish this dance, and then I have every intention of kissing you... After that, I suggest we go looking for our next adventure.... what do you say?"

I’d already killed my fourth bottle, and it still hadn’t drowned the storm in my chest. Theo, my best friend since forever, slid onto the stool beside me with his eyebrows raised. “Let me get this straight,” he said, his voice was masked in half disbelief, half amusement— typical Theo. “Your dad wants you to get married? As in, arranged-marriage married?” “Yeah,” I muttered, signaling the bartender. “To some lowlife…Sophia... Carter, or something, his fucking driver's daughter” I gritted my teeth in disgust. A fuckin lowlife indeed.

Natasha raised an eyebrow and smile. "You. Settle with Authur and give me grandchildren." Sophie snapped at her. "Hmmmm. Let's see. I might consider bearing children for Authur." Natasha muttered. "You should and you will. Given me grandchildren I'd your responsibilities. Force this fool if you have to." Sophie pointed at Authur, Natasha and Sophie smiled together. They starts eating and gisting like nothing ever happened, Authur sat there gently uttering no word, he was quietly eating his food appearing completely uninterested with what they are discussing.

Trying to mask her panic and anger, Vivienne confronted Sophie, "Changing your identity won’t bring you back to Cedric’s side. It's impossible." "You’re overthinking it," Sophie said calmly. "Everyone knows you're Mr. Carlson’s woman, his son’s mother, his publicly acknowledged fiancée. I’m looking forward to preparing a gift when you officially become Mrs. Carlson." Sophie’s emphasis on ‘fiancée’ unsettled Vivienne, disrupting her dance rhythm. Sophie's lips curled slightly, her moves becoming more pronounced. Struggling to match her pace, Vivienne stumbled and fell. Sophie extended a hand, feigning concern. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"