Sophie And Fitz Novels & Stories

Harper expressed his gratitude. "You are welcome," Ethan replied. Harper then concluded the call. Meanwhile, Sophie felt elated and calm upon hearing Harper's voice. "What has caused this sudden excitement, my dear?" Eunice inquired. "Nothing," Sophie replied hastily. "Haha, I can see that you are already falling for him," Eunice teased. Sophie rolled her eyes, "Whatever, I do like him." "Please exercise caution to avoid becoming involved with another lunatic," Eunice advised.

Sophie on the other hand, held a cup of tea in her hands with a blanket around her, watching the screen eagerly with a huge smile on her face as her friend gushed excitedly about the update on her job. "I'm so happy for you, Rita, and now that you're working with that hot Prince, you two don't have anything stopping you anymore", she told her. "Shut up, Soph", they both laughed. "Speaking of hot men, where's Jim? I haven't seen him in a long time now", Rita asked and immediately, Sophie's face dropped. "What's wrong?"

"Maybe? What is wrong with you Sophie. Don't tell me he has taken your senses with him?' "Maybe, he has. I'm serious about him. I like him Aurora and I'm gonna make him fall in love with me completely. I'm gonna need your help on that," "Count me out," "Aurora," she pouted. "I'm serious Sophie. If you want to chase that douchebag, do it yourself," "You're so mean," I huffed. "Whatever." *TROY* "Sir. I already contacted the applicants," "Hmm. Great!" "Well..."

"You can't say that you really know someone in such a short time, Sophie. You just haven't seen the hidden spots." Sophia sighed in resignation. "I couldn't convince you, apparently." With a languid look, she grabbed the cup and sipped her tea. Meanwhile, Diana fell into deeper contemplation. "Does he really like to interfere?" Sophia raised an eyebrow and lowered the cup. "What do you mean?" "Are Frank and Finnic good friends?" Diana said, still with knitted eyebrows. Sophia considered for a moment. "I don’t think so." "Then how did he convince that bastard to marry you?"

She gripped her coffee cup tightly, fury still boiling under her skin. Across from her sat James — looking smug, dangerous, and excited by the game they were about to play. "You saw it yourself," Sophie spat bitterly. "His whole family just... accepted her. Those babies ruined everything." James leaned back casually, twirling his spoon in his coffee. "And?" he said lazily. "You want Adrian back. I want Rita destroyed. Our goals align, sweetheart." Sophie seethed. She had been the perfect fiancée: polished, beautiful, high-born.

Cecilia was on her toes as she used a handkerchief to wipe Zach’s wounds with teary eyes. The wind blew and lifted her skirt as well as Zach’s coat a little. The scene looked strangely beautiful and sad. They were like a pair of star-crossed lovers rejected by the world. “How disgusting.” Sophie sat up. “I’m going to smash their heads in.” “Forget it.” I stopped her. “Do you think you can take Zach on?” Luckily, Zach and Cecilia left soon after. Austin and his friend came out next. Right then, Sophie widened her eyes. “That guy’s actually kind of handsome. He looked cool beating Zach up.”

I am the only person who refuses to abandon Sophia Quinlan when she gets kicked out of the Quinlan family. I work to expand her network, secure funding, and piece together a business empire of our own over these six years. Zachary Lund, her first love, returns from abroad on the very day she becomes the CEO of Quinlan Group. I spend six years busting my back for her, while Zachary spends those same six years keeping her company from halfway across the world. She begins to regret marrying me so early, so she secretly goes behind my back and promotes Zachary to be her personal secretary. Later on, a business rival Sophia has backed into a corner suddenly barges into the banquet carrying an

"We don't have to perform anything today, Sophie." Something in her expression softens slightly. "Okay." I hold out my hand, and after a brief hesitation, she takes it, lacing her fingers through mine like it is the most natural thing in the world. We step onto the ice together, and for the first hour, it almost feels easy. I teach a group of eight-year-olds how to hold their sticks properly while Sophie organizes the raffle table with the kind of effortless competence that first caught my attention years ago, back when she still belonged to someone else.

It was obvious in the way he moved, in the way he looked at everything not looking impressed or intimidated. Sophia watched the room react, watched the confusion and the disbelief. It was perfect. David's gaze found hers almost immediately. He crossed the room slowly, every step felt like tension tightening. When he reached her, he didn't hesitate. His hand settled at her waist possessively. For a second her breath caught, then she recovered. "Everyone," she said smoothly, "this is David. My fiance." The word landed heavily. Uncle Richard laughed disbelievingly. "You're joking."

Sophia said, ushering them out. Outside, they saw Fabian carrying France, who shouted, “Mommy!” “You didn’t have to wait here for us,” Sonia said, ruffling France’s hair. “You could’ve just gone to the table.” “I didn’t want Victor approaching you again,” Fabian muttered, poker-faced. Sonia touched his arm gently. “I’m fine. Sophia was with me.” Fabian sighed, squeezing her hand. Behind them, Sophia and Amara exchanged giddy looks. One glance between Sonia and Fabian was enough to see the spark between them.