Sophie Belle Novels & Stories

Then a thought crossed her mind and, afraid of knowing the answer, she still asked. —Is it because of my appearance? My physique? My body? Gabriel looked at her and, after a while, answered. — Yes. He looked down. Indeed, Alicia was no longer the same as he had known in high school; the one from back then was thin, she had a body that many desired, although she did not realize it. Her hair was short and light brown, her eyes brown; she did not wear makeup, since she did not need it. She had thick flesh-colored lips that matched her white complexion. She was short, barely 1.55, and now she was a little chubby after having her daughter. She was left with small stretch marks on her abdomen. Her

“We are not here to pretend. We are here to plan. And if you came to posture, I suggest you take your cocktail and leave.” Dead silence. Then, a standing ovation. Thirty minutes later, Anaïs Belle arrived—late, deliberate, wrapped in an ivory cape and escorted by two digital media tycoons from Hong Kong. She offered no excuse. She simply took her seat. And winked at Sophie from across the atrium. Rachel leaned toward Sophie. “You want me to move her?” Sophie shook her head. “Let her stay. She wants to play civil? Let’s make it uncomfortable.”

Then came the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Looking up toward the staircase, everyone saw a woman in a striking red body hug gown descending. Emily Havard was beautiful, no doubt about it. She moved with confidence, a practiced catwalk that turned heads. But she wasn’t Alexander’s type. Even he didn’t fully know what his type was. He felt nothing as she approached the table. She reminded him of all the women from his past, manipulative, wearing fake smiles, proud, and easy to see through. Yet something else entirely caught Alexander’s sharp attention.

"Maya Chen. Sophie will be so happy to see you." She pulled me through the crowd to the kitchen. Sophie stood by the counter. Jeans and a yellow shirt. Her hair was shorter now. She looked up. Saw me. Her face went pale. "Maya." "Hi Sophie." We stared at each other. Eight years collapsed into nothing. "You're a firefighter." Sophie spoke first. "Mom told me." "Yeah." "That's amazing." "You're a beekeeper." "I am." She smiled. Small. Uncertain. "Started in California. Now I'm bringing it here."

"Miss, you really must come with me." I looked at her as if she had grown another head. "Sorry." I gave her a small smile as I tried to pull my hand back but her grip was too strong. "No offense but I don't know who you are and what you're gonna do to me after I go with you. My mother told me specifically not to talk to strangers." "Sophie." "What?" "My name is Sophie and I am a seer that is why you need to come with me." She said and before I could protest, she was already pulling me through the crowd.

“She’s extremely cunning and wise. Her powers have enhanced her wisdom over the years and she is, I daresay, the most powerful witch in the western hemisphere. Don’t be fooled by her stately appearance or age. She’s an adept fighter.” Rachel took it all in and then noticed a very attractive man attending to her, pouring her tea. Tall and elegant, with dark hair and eyes, he smiled warmly when he saw them approaching. “And who’s he?” Rachel asked. “He seems very familiar with her.” Sophia stopped mid-step and her voice dropped even lower. “That is her favorite grandson and heir presumptive, Beau Bellingham. Also, my former lover.” Before Rachel could respond, Sophia resumed their walk and whe

What could be so important? "Because this is a free country and I don't need to listen to you because I really don't have an interest in what you say about how I should dress!" Sophie has long wavy brown hair that compliments her seemingly black eyes. She also has a body that I could only dream of having. If you can’t tell by now Sophie and I are sharp opposites. She goes shopping every weekend and gets her nails done. Not to mention all of the guys that ask her out on a daily basis.

The textbooks were pushed to the side and forgotten as the beer flowed. Sophie was cute. She had light brown hair that waved into the middle of her back, blue eyes, and the warmest smile you’d ever seen. The light smattering of cinnamon-coloured freckles on her nose and over her shoulders popped against her suntanned skin under her white shoe-string camisole. She looked me over with those big blue doe-like eyes, but even I wasn’t enough of a jerk to break the bro-code, no matter how hot Sophie was. Stacey on the other hand…

Finally when I don’t think I will be able to breathe for the rest of the night they tie off the corset and stand back to admire their work. A loud squeal erupts from behind me, and I turn to see Sophie bouncing up and down like a little girl on her birthday. Her lipstick red gown suits her personality perfectly. Her mousy brown hair is pulled up into a high pony with tendrils of curls framing her face. “You look absolutely perfect,” I say as I pull her in for a gentle hug, carefully as to not mess up the girls handiwork. “Me,” she says with a gasp. “You should look at yourself.”

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