Sophie Beckett Novels & Stories

He was dead? That was impossible. The fire department arrived so quickly. How could he have died? "You're lying to me, aren't you? There's no way Beckett's dead. He put you up to this to make me feel guilty, didn't he? Put him on the phone right now, or I'm going to be really angry." Sophie went silent. Then, she said carefully, "Vanessa, I'm not lying to you. Beckett really is dead. When the firefighters searched the scene afterward, they didn't find anyone. If you don't believe me, you can go see for yourself."

Gabriella stated standing close to the door. “Gabby please.. Wait, how do you even know him.. Don't tell me you are associated with this beast of nature?” “Sophie..” Gabriella stated, she looked upset, but i couldn't tell if it was because of me or sophie. “You are right i am a beast of nature, and i am sorry for putting you in this mess” Sophie's gaze moved from face to face and with every second that passed her fear deepened as she realized nobody was denying it.

One of them said, patting Callum in the shoulder. "And who's this then?" The same one asked, looking approvingly at Sophie, obviously a little drunk. "This is Sophie. My date." Callum said as he draped his arm around her shoulders. She made no move to stop him, or correct him. In fact, she quite liked the sound of being Callum's date. She placed her hand on his torso affectionately and smiled warmly at his friend. "Nice to meet you." "Callum? You came..."

She was willing to give her friend the benefit of the doubt. Becky smiled and whistled softly. "What you will soon be doing at the Zang Packhouse." Sophia swallowed the jibe. It was well-deserved. "I haven't made up my mind yet," she replied gently, just to save her dignity. "Oh, come on, don’t lie to me. You seem more relaxed this morning, like you have it all figured out," Becky said while buttoning up her shirt. Her fake breasts were too big to fit into the small shirt.

Nena was not her biological parent but the woman treated her well since she was little until now even though sometimes when Nena was tired and the woman turned a little fierce. "I'm sure your beloved lover is coming," Nena said sarcastically when she heard the doorbell of their apartment unit ring. Sophie immediately got up to open the door for Beck, the man who had just entered the place looked shabby. His facial expression was gloomy and there was a little fire in his eyes. "Beck..." Sophie sighed. The woman put on her mask, so innocent, as if helpless with everything that had happened today. "Forgive my mother," Beck said. He embraced Sophie into his arms and kissed her temple.

I was so stunned by Becca's state that I barely remembered how much her mother resented the fact that I let her daughter fall into a situation like that. When Sophie Smith arrived at the hospital, I met her at the reception, because I had just taken the elevator to get a snack and juice. She was accompanied by Becca's terrible friend, Raphael something, who during all that time, had never given any sign that she was doing anything for her best friend. That day, though, he had an arm around Sophie's shoulders and comforting her.

“My name is Vivienne, and I am Sophie’s therapist. I came to see if she was home. I would like to talk to her. She hasn’t been taking my calls or replying to my emails and has refused to attend all of our sessions since the first one.” Veronica raised her brows. “Are you from the village?” she asked. Vivienne nodded. “Yes. My mother is Agatha Olson. I’m not sure if I know you.” She shrugged. “But then, I don’t know half the people in this town. I have been away for quite some time.” “I am Veronica. Sophie’s mother.” She introduced her. Vivienne frowned, and Veronica felt compelled to add, “Eliana’s sister.” “Oh!” Vivienne said, touching her cheek. “You are the one who’s got the town in an up

I smiled brightly at her. Sandra and Cynthia were roaring with laughter as they leaned against the SUV. Evelynn was smiling as she approached us and told Elsie, "Sophia's just messing with you and she knows how to drive, Elsie." "Sophia O’Shea, that wasn't funny." Elsie scolded me, but I noticed she was smiling as she climbed into the back seat.

Beckett afterwards, but had found nothing strange. A simple girl from Northern England studying at Stanford, thanks to a gruelling scholarship with strict grade requirements. Even then, she still managed to graduate with honors. After the graduation, she worked together with Adrian Beckett to lay foundations for Beckett Holdings, but rescinded to a stay-at-home-girlfriend and eventually wife just a few years later. If he was Adrian Beckett, he wouldn’t even bother looking at another woman. Gregory knew better than to face a woman’s wrath, especially one as mysterious as Sophie. This phone call and everything that preceded it was proof enough.