Sophie Foster Novels & Stories

"He's not Josh, and he's never going to look like him." Joey shook her head. Her roommates were going to be very disappointed. This was going to be a disaster. "Stop wasting time, and let's go," she urged them, and they all followed her out of the dormitory. ** Sophie Hepburn, Wren Crawford, and Bella Jensen sat at a table in Little Harmony. All of them were pretty, and it was clear they came from good families. Sophie had long hair that draped over her shoulders. Her skin was fair, and she had a small face with large, sparkling eyes, a straight nose, and pretty pink lips. She looked like a beautiful princess straight out of a fairy tale.

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.

She could already tell. Sophie looks at her mother with a smile and slightly teary eyes “Mom... I made a friend, her names Jane. She approached me and she even stuck up for me against... Britney.” She explains and her mother smiles warmly at her before pulling her into a hug “Oh Sophie, this ones going to be your true friend. First day meeting you and she’s already defending you against the schools notorious slut.” Casper and Sophie’s eyes both widened before they smile at her vulgar words “Mom.” Casper said in surprise to which she shrugs “I never liked her and I never liked her mother, but I can see the slut gene isn't too far from the tree.” Their mom says and Sophie can’t help the laugh

Sophie sits at the top of the stairs. She's bored out of her mind, but being that she made Logan a promise, she decides to stay in place, waiting for him to change his mind any second. She cancels out the loud noises of whistles, cheerleaders and the clashing of football players with her headphones by turning on her spotify list of favorite songs and reading her next chapter of 'white rose' ***

"She was just your foster daughter. If she's dead, she's dead. Do you want to destroy the family over a dead woman?" "She's not a dead woman. She's my life," Soren said slowly. He walked out of the villa and drove straight to the morgue. Soren wanted an autopsy. He had a strong feeling that Sophie was not dead. He had a chance to repent. Back in the morgue, the forensic doctor informed him, "This body doesn't belong to Sophie Rossi. The DNA is not a match."

The messages were daggers, stabbing into my eyes. "Sophie, are you okay? Every day you’ve been gone has been hell." "Sophie, I hired a new assistant. She looks just like you. When I look at her, I can pretend you never left." "Sophie, it’s fate. Her name is Sophia. She even has your birthday." "But she isn't you. A counterfeit can never replace the diamond." "Sophie, I bought that cake from Antonio’s you love. I wish I could feed it to you."

" Over the next two days, Marissa did exactly what she had done in my previous life. She pushed Sophie's image everywhere. In just forty-eight hours, the story that the Foster family had found a lucky charm spread through Harbor City's elite circles. Sophie didn't understand matches. She didn't read data. She relied on intuition alone and still called World Cup scores with perfect accuracy. Rumors exploded. "A girl in her twenties who doesn't even understand soccer? A lucky charm? That's absurd." "Has the Foster family lost its mind? They're really considering handing the book to the daughter of the second wife?" "Doesn't the eldest Foster son have anything to say? He's the first wife's legi

A woman. Sophia

Days later, Sophia woke up ."My child! You're awake." Sophia's mom said but Sofia was staring confusedly at her.“Who are you?" "I am very sorry to announce that she has amnesia," said the doctor who just witnessed the transaction between mother and daughter.

“We’re about to try on the dreamiest gown.” Judith took two steps forward, eyes narrowing like she could dissect me with a glance. “You,” she hissed, disbelief curdling into contempt. “You’re alive.” The comment feed hiccupped. alive??? what did she say? who’s that lady? I kept my smile fixed for the live and pitched my voice just low enough for Judith to hear. “My name is Sophie. And if you’d like to keep your family’s reputation intact, I suggest you keep your voice down. We’re streaming.” I let my gaze flick to the camera, then back to her. “Imagine what people would think if they heard how you treated your foster daughter.”