Sophie And Keefe Novels & Stories

Helen wrapped her arms around Luke’s neck, looked back at Sophie, her eyes filled with triumph. She even mouthed a final jab. “You lost again!” Sophie didn’t respond to her, only staring blankly at Luke’s receding figure. After they entered the elevator, Luke turned around, noticing Sophie’s gaze. She raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes and said in a soft voice, “Luke, I will never wait for you again!” Luke froze, his mouth opening to speak, but the elevator doors quickly closed. Sophie’s gaze was so resolute that it left Luke with a terrible sense of foreboding.

"I am simply very observant and blessed with an exceptional sense of smell. It is a gift, really. Though sometimes a curse." She moved to the stove. She turned to face me fully, her blue eyes losing their playful glitter. "Morton, which reminds me, ma chérie. I have news about Kyle." The kitchen went very quiet. Even the children seemed to sense that something important was about to happen. "What kind of news?" I asked, though I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the answer. Sophie smoothed her hands over her silk blouse. "I have found someone," she said finally. "Someone who might be able to help him."

"Lies? Assault? She started it!" The chancellor's voice cracked. "Shut up! Do you even know who you hit?" A cool, unhurried voice came from behind the crowd. "My, this is so lively." Everyone turned just to see Sophie walking out from the crowd in high heels, pulling a silver suitcase behind her. She was wearing a pale-yellow dress with her sunglasses pushed onto her forehead, as though she had come straight from a beach vacation. She walked over and touched my swollen cheek. Her expression hardened at once. Then she removed her sunglasses and faced the crowd. "Who hit my sister?"

To show that he was part of that society, a powerful rich man with rows of women waiting for him? “Wow, so resilient,” Edmund commented. “Can you handle it?” “Please, Ed,” Sophie smirked. “You know me—what can’t I handle?” Edmund scoffed, but couldn’t say anything. Sophie was right, after all—if anyone was to handle tricky people like Adrian Beckett, it would be Sophie.

"Hey, this studio's in a pretty nice area." "The woman you picked up off the street looks sweet and innocent, but who knows which sugar daddy she latched onto to afford this place." Sophie's shrill voice rang out again. I was about to shut the door in their faces when Sophie hooked her arm through Hayden's and stepped inside first. Squinting, she scanned the room, touching the furniture every now and then. Before I could speak, Daisy was already snarling at them. "Ugh! Why is this damn dog still here? Get lost!" Sophie clung to Hayden, kicking at Daisy nonstop.

I was about to pick Rachel up when she said, “Sophie’s zoning out like an idiot.” No one had sincerely confessed to her before. It was her first time experiencing it, so she did not know how to react. I left the dining room with Rachel to give them space. Later, while Rachel and I were playing with Legos, Sophie came into the room. She sat down on the floor and started playing with Rachel’s blocks. “Has Kingston left?” I asked. “Yeah.” “Did you say yes?” “Say yes to what?” “To being his girlfriend.” “Um…” She rubbed her nose. “It was too sudden. I wasn’t ready.”

Dominic leaned back, stretching his long arm along the back of the sofa behind her shoulders. “I keep waiting for the next hit,” Sophie admitted, resting her head against his shoulder and staring at the faint sunlight dancing on the rug. “Some hyper-vigilant part of me still expects Lena to walk through that door with another tablet, another flagged transfer, another threat we haven’t accounted for yet.”

Sophie's mom said, and she left her husband In the living room with annoyance, and she entered Into her bedroom while Sophie's dad remains In the living room devastated, and Sophie and Kelvin was In the garden flexing and gisting, not knowing that her parents was having Issues on her matter, Kelvin was the only guy that's coming to check on Sophie at home, but he never climb the stairs to enter Sophie's bedroom, untill when Sophie started contemplating about Kelvin, because he has never asks her out or take to the hotel, and he has never Invited her to his house despite they are neighbors, and Sophie pretends to be sick, and she called Kelvin, and she explained to him her health conditions,

I was the brand. --- Sophie came over that afternoon. She didn’t say anything at first. Just walked in with a giant bouquet of sunflowers and a basket of homemade cookies. “You handled last night like Beyoncé in Homecoming,” she said, plopping beside me on the couch. “I was sweating like Beyoncé too,” I joked, reaching for a cookie. She tilted her head. “You scared me, you know. Not because I thought you wouldn’t pull it off — but because I saw a version of you that’s been hiding for too long.”

she halted at our table, Ethan glaring at me. I inhaled deeply. “Who are they, baby?” Kyle asked, earning Sophie’s gasp. “You’re the sugar boy? I thought you’d be older. But anyway… what are you doing with her?” she pressed. My hand tightened around the spoon as I met her gaze. “What do you want, Sophie? Weren’t you here on a date with Ethan?” I asked pointedly. She shrugged. “So what? We were here to eat and happened to meet my fiance, ex-fiance… oopsieee.” She added quickly, covering her mouth.