Sophie Belle Novels & Stories

The lady said as she assessed his wounds, "Where are my manners? I'm sorry my name is Annabelle. You can call me Belle" "Nice too meet you, I guess you haven't heard the news," Serena said with a sad sigh, "what happened" belle asked turning to face Stephen, "Sophia was killed by one of the new captains who returned from the front lines yesterday because of a disagreement yesterday" Stephen answered her question as he took a seat on one if the empty beds. "What, how, where" belle asked as a shocked look crossed her face, "Sophia was an angel what sort of disagreement would make someone want to kill her",

It comes out as a whisper. Sophie turns to look at me and I must admit, she's very beautiful. Her long brown hair tumbles on her shoulder perfectly. Her eyes are perfect and a combination of thick lashes with a touch of sparkling green. Her brows are perfectly shaped and she looks like one of those barbie dolls. Her beauty is so unreal. So perfect. She looks at me and smiles. "And you must be Becca." Wait, how does she know me? "You know Becca?" Trent asks suspiciously.

And hopefully, I think I've succeeded. "You look beautiful... More than that. You look perfect, Amber." Sophie comes up to me and fixes my hair, which falls straight down my back, down to below my shoulders. I look at her through the mirror and smile. "You don't look bad yourself, Miss Pharrell," I tell Sophie jokingly, using Elliot's last name instead of hers. Sophie grimaces and sticks her tongue out at me, but then smiles. "You'll impress everyone tonight," she says. "I sincerely hope so. I want to avoid the rumors that could be swirling around Levi and I, I've had enough of gossip."

I haven't had any breakfast since I left in the morning soon after Vincent left for his office. I took my seat and waited for the girl who was late for our official date and couldn't really blame her since she's a busy doctor and a successful surgeon at such a young age. Soon my eyes dropped on a figure who entered the café and a smile broke free on my lips. She looks elegant with her blonde hair and blue eyes. It really suits her personality well. Innocent and beauty with brains. Three words to describe her personality. "I'm sorry I got little late." She apologized with an awkward smile, giving her my fake glare before I said.

Her little sister asked. “Of course i heard you Zoey. I’m not deaf,” she replied. “Go on and tell mother that i’ll be there shortly.” Belle added. Zoey looked at her elder sister with disbelief in her eyes but turned around quickly, running off. Right after her little sister took off, Belle got up from the grass, dusted off her clothes and headed back home. Belle lived in a suburban part of the capital city with her family. Her parents moved her and siblings around a lot which meant she had to change schools frequently.

" Sophie is a crafty individual. She's part of an upscale women's club, where wealthy women congregate and seem to do nothing but indulge in gossip about others. They lack the ability to mind their own affairs. "Whatever, mom, just don't piss grandpa off." Bella warned her and drove her wheelchair to her room. "Fine, let me call your nurse; why is she so late?" Sophie said this with a grumpy face and took her phone out. "I fired her; I don't need her around me at night." Bella said. "What, have you gone insane? You need her at night, when you can't take even a step without help. Now who will take care of you?" Sophie screamed at the top of her lungs, jolting the entire mansion.

Nat called out nervously. Ignoring both their glares, I continued, "But seeing and hearing the way you talk, my mother was right... The most handsome people are the ones with the blackest hearts," I added. "My name is Sophie, and I'm a friend of your daughter." I turned and smiled at Nat, who returned the smile, faintly. "So, since she is not allowed to leave the house or have fun outside, how about I come to visit, hmm?" I asked innocently.

Her heels clicked against the floor like applause she was giving herself for being extra. “Oh my! Damien,” she squealed, brushing her curls to one side. “You look ever so handsome and charming in this suit. Just as always. God, you haven’t aged a bit.” Sophie stayed silent but leaned gently against Damien’s side, eyes gleaming with mischief. Belina turned to her with an artificial smile that sparkled like fake diamonds. “Hello, Sophie. I’m pleased to see you.” Sophie tilted her head slightly and smiled back. “Same here, Belina.”

i start, but before I can finish, she cuts in. “Windsor,” she finishes. “Well no,” I say. “Taylor. Windsor isn’t my name.” She lifts a brow. I’m Sophie Deveraux. Bianca’s tragic sister.” Figures. “You hiding?” “Yup. Only one chair though.” She gestures behind her. “Sorry.” “That’s fine. Hiding’s smart. Live to fight another day.” Her smile turns wistful. “Exactly.” Deciding to actually enjoy the party, I manage to convince Sophie to come out and dance with me. For a while, we actually seem to be having a good time, but the moment doesn’t last.

to Mama G and Riko; sees emotions as dangerous—especially compassion • 24-year-old; hair always neat—sharp bob; minimal but flawless makeup—professional and polished; wears club-mandated outfits with exactness, no modifications; carries herself like she’s already one step ahead of everyone else Name: Sophie Stage Name: Doll face Personality and Appearance: • Innocent, timid, and clearly out of place; tries to stay strong, but her fear shows in every gesture; clings to any kindness, especially from Lena; still believes people might help her if she asks the right way • Struggles to understand the rules of survival—still learning the hard way; Mama G is harsh with her, trying to “break her in”