Sophie Belle Novels & Stories

"Look at you. Did you do your hair yourself?" "Sophie did it. She said I look like a princess." She walked out the bed she was leaning on and twirled. Her yellow dressed, dunked in rhinestones catching the light. "You do. You look beautiful. Like…what's she called?" She giggled, clapping her hands. “Sofia!! It's Sofia the first!!!” “Right, Sofia, except with a yellow dress.” I don't even remember packing that. Did the hospital buy it?

Paris. Two Wee‍ks Aft⁠er the Phon​e Call. "You have to g​o," Sophie insisted, pulling‌ the d​uv‌et off my head. Sophi‌e was a‌n American expa​t I had‌ met in a yoga⁠ class—the onl‍y place I went⁠ besides the baker‌y. She was bubbly, loud, an​d determined to "fix" m​e.

There stood… SOPHIA

Sophia asked, oblivious of how flustered I was. Sophia is in her early twenties with striking features. She has a straight nose, an oval-shaped face, fair skin, and a beauty mark on the right side of her nose, thick dark glossy hair pin straight cascading down her waist like a waterfall, she dyed the tip blonde to indicate a bet she lost to Theo. Her almond-shaped eyes and very dark brown eyes held confidence and shone with mischief, she always stood tall at 5'6. "With your parents." I managed to respond.

"Trust me on this one, mom. Right now, I am not Hailey, okay? I'm Felisha Hughes. Your model. The one who has been modeling your line all these years." I can see the question in her eyes but it was gone quickly when I saw the group, whom I was dreading the most, came to approaches us. Sophie has a wide smile spreading onto her face and her red fiery hair straight and swaying behind her back. She was wearing a pretty pastel white-nude dress, a crochet cardigan, and brown booties. Nico/Sheen was wearing a simple black shirt with a side pocket that has an Aztec design on it and black pants.

After an hour with nothing achieved but a headache, she gave up. As she drove back to Belle Vue, her mobile rang and when she heard the familiar voice, she welcomed the diversion. The chance for a natter with little mental effort required. She half-listened as Sophie told her about the new dress she’d just bought for the Christmas party next week. Her luck held until Sophie’s words, spoken in the same low breathy tone, oozed into sensitive territory. Dark brown molasses spiked with poison.

Silence fills the small space between them as they only hear breathing and heartbeat of each other. Both of their eyes unknowingly closed for a moment! "Hey handsome!" While they were busy in their romantic display, the same lady approached them. Her voice instantly angered Kathy! "I am Sophie. Sophie Castello. You can call me Sofi!" The young woman named Sophie shamelessly stepped in their moment and raised her cup. "Congrats for winning!" Added Sophie, started the discussion with Aaron and got endlessly with her probing.

You are ruining it. Sophie intruded. "Stop! Stop! I'm team Jacob. So you better stop now, or hell halt the fury of a woman scorned with eight abs." She might be overreacting, but she was team Jacob, and no stinky breath or fleas could stop her from idolizing the man.

"Listen up, class! Mr. Zane Atlantis here is going to be your new teacher. He is a professor, and I hope you will be able to lean from him." "Oh, he can teach me all night!" A girl suddenly yelled and Mrs. James rolled her eyes. She looked like she had been expecting the reaction, as the rest of the girls giggled, a few just staring at him like they were watching prey. Alpha Zane said nothing and the woman spoke up again. "Detention, Bonnie. Now for the rest of you, I would like you to behave. You do not want to give Zane the impression that all of you are some kind of starved little girls now, will you?"

she mumbled. "He saved you. How? It was his demons that attacked us back in the woods," I murmured, getting pissed off by June's sudden defense towards Beelzebub. "Let's just go, okay?" she ignored, pulling me away from the water. "Let's wait here. I am waiting for someone," I muttered, pretending like I didn't hear what she said. I saw a young girl walking towards us until I finally got a closer view of her face—it was Sofie. She was also the one I saw when Beelzebub wanted to turn me into a demon, like he does to people. He is, in fact, a beast.