Sophie And Keefe Novels & Stories

Their conversations were always long and effortless, and he was kind, attentive, and caring when he was around. Sophie had had several boyfriends over the years she spent in London; she had never really been alone for very long. Kevin, however, was the only one with whom she had thought about building a future, starting a family, having children. He was the only one who knew the real Sophie, who understood her thoughts, desires, and fears, even though she had never had the courage to talk to him about Nicholas.

“Allow me to introduce myself, Miss. My name is Jefrey Florence Alfredo. You may call me Jefrey.” “Ah, are you the gardener employed by my husband?” Jefrey looked shocked. “H-husband?” he whispered softly. Sophia looked at him strangely. “Yes, husband. You must know my husband, right? He’s Albert Raymond.” Jefrey nodded with a disappointed look that Sophia didn’t understand at all. Why was he looking at her like that? Sophia felt the urge to quickly return home, as it was already lunchtime. Dana must be home, cooking something delicious. Just thinking about it made Sophia slightly hungry. As for her husband, she was sure Albert hadn’t returned from work yet.

I keep anticipating Mark to storm my door brandishing his fabled bloodied knife above his head. "Has he mentioned the magazine?" I admitted, the stupid lies the trashy magazine printed were far from the truth, "No, and I'm sure he hasn't read it." I would be ashamed if Ethan found out the lies they told about how I was deeply in love with the man I seduced and prepared to "settle down." or, worse, trusted them. The lies shouldn't be a problem because Ethan doesn't seem to subscribe to any gossip publications. "Soph, you guys still get my vote for cutest couple ever. You should enjoy this a little bit,” Bringing up her viewpoint once more, she remarked.

He nodded his head and took off upstairs. “Soph, do you want a coffee?” She asked me. “Sure.” I said back to her. Just as she was making the coffee, Beatrice walked in. She didn’t look well today. I could tell that she had no sleep. Something was going on with her, but I could tell that she was hiding it.

I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. The priest stands before us, a kindly old man with a gentle smile. He looked at us with eyes filled with compassion, understanding the situation we are in. He begins to speak, his voice soft and soothing. "Dear beloved, we are gathered here today to join together Sophia and Nicholas in holy matrimony. Sophia, do you take Nicholas to be your lawfully wedded husband?" I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart as I reply "I do." The priest nods, turning to Nicholas. "And Nicholas, do you take Sophia to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

" I gestured with my head to the security men, ordering them to whisk him away. Two hours later, I got out of my office and was on my way outside to get some fresh air and clear my head when I saw that Carter guy had accompanied Sophie to the dinner party as her date we organized weeks ago, dropping her off at the carpark. I took some steps back, taking cover, to avoid being seen. Sophie looked really tired and wasn't smiling at all on her way in, which was unlike her. If there was anything I knew about Sophia, it was her enthusiastic attitude to work. “All these things are starting to get to her.” I murmured. “You messed up so bad, Elliot.” I thought again, face-palming myself as I waited f

I nod and only have time to hear Sebastien walk away before I head over to my landline, hit the button that puts a call through to the required number, and as soon as it is picked up, my voice comes out cold and deadly as I speak, “Explain this to me. You have five minutes.” 39: Sophia’s pov. Caelum doesn’t come back to his house, though I know he saw me in the garden. I felt the mate bond pulse when he walked past, and then I began to wonder how he would have an empty garden.

Sophia's fierce gaze made Betty shiver. They weren't mother and daughter. They were clearly partners in crime. "What do we do now? What's your plan?" Betty asked while clenching her teeth. Suddenly, Sophia's expression turned cold, and her complexion became terrifyingly sinister. "I'm going to kill Jeffrey." "K-Kill Jeffrey? But he's under police control now. How are we going to do it?" Betty was already well-trained by Sophia. She no longer turned pale at the mention of the word "kill". Instead, she first thought about how to do it.

Harriet asked. “No, I haven't,” Sophia rubbed her forehead. “Have you checked outside?” she inquired. “Yes, but I'll try again.” Sophia went outside again. This time she something caught her eye, a familiar figure. It was Jeffery. She ran through the crowd, it felt like a bad case of deja vu. He had her pushing through people to get to him. When she had finally cut him, she bumped into a huge figure. She tried to maneuver her way through him but he blocked her way.

"Did they force you into it? Did they pick someone terrible for you?!" I opened my mouth to explain— And then I heard a quiet snicker. I turned just in time to see Rey trying (and failing) to hold back laughter. _______ Rey’s pov : Sophie… is already married? I nearly burst out laughing on the spot. For so long, I had regarded her as a competitor—someone I needed to outshine, someone standing in my way. But it turns out she had already married herself off! And considering where she grew up, she had probably married some poor man.