Sophie Foster Novels & Stories

Clyve didn’t miss to capture the kids playing, swinging their legs into the water. “How about you? Other than your full name, your brother Skip is the CEO of the Linton Empire, and his girlfriend has recently launched a new fragrance.” “Not bad, Westley. You googled me, and I’m so touched.” “You can’t fool me with your accent, mate. Italian and Spanish are way sexier than Brit. So drop it, and tell me about yourself already, Clyve Clifford Linton of the United Kingdom.” “You know my full name because I told you.”

Sophie keeps me young and reminds me how to enjoy life. Sophie has focus though when she wants something or sees a goal. She aims and shoots and doesn’t let it out of her sight until she succeeds. She did it with that asshole in her past, she did it with healing her own wounds, and she is doing it now with her decision to go to school. I know she’ll do it; I have every faith in her because I know her. Sophie isn’t a girl you marry and tie down with kids and motherhood. She’s a shining star who will continue to glow and inspire those around her. And even if she does settle down with marriage and babies, she’ll still look for fulfilment beyond that role. We connect in that way because she is t

Chresanto’s Pov The whole of the flight Sophie kept on mumbling words, and the few time she woke up she talked about going to pick up Rina for school, and other times about making her lunch. After we had arrived Australia, I took Sophie to my hotel room that Josh had booked online before we even arrived. After placing her on the bed and making sure she was fast asleep, I left the hotel room. “Sir” Josh called to me immediately I stepped out of my room “Miss Tacha’s insists on having dinner with you” He said to me.

Sophie said and smirked She lifted Trixie by strangling her. "Ack!" Trixie groaned "Sophia Sandoval! Enough!" Master Harvard shouted Sophie looked sharply at Master Harvard which made him suddenly step back out of fear on Sophie. "Stop me again and I will kill you mercilessly," Sophie said in a monotone voice, and Master Harvard went pale. "So where did we stop? Oh, right! Because I'm a kind person, I will ease the pain you're feeling right now." said Sophie And Sophie suddenly grabbed Trixie's heart

"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.

“Police records show you left me at a foster care station on purpose. You couldn’t have more kids… so years later, you tried to take me back. But you picked up the wrong baby… and raised Sophia as your own for twenty years.” Vincent and Isabel turned white. Sophia cried and stepped forward. “Sister, don’t blame Mom and Dad. They didn’t mean it. Hate me instead.” I looked at her and smiled faintly. “You’re far from innocent.” Sophia’s crying stopped abruptly. I opened my phone and showed the group chat screenshots. “Miss Young… want to explain this?” The screen clearly showed her bounty:

Sophie had always found Vanessa fascinating. At twenty years old, Sophie was a quiet girl who loved books, drawing, and spending time alone. She had long brown hair, soft green eyes, and a gentle way of speaking. Most people saw her as sweet and innocent. She liked that. It felt safe. But lately, something inside her had started to change, especially when her mother’s best friend came to visit.

"Julie, I saw this gorgeous dress while I was out shopping just now, and I bought it for you. I think you'll love it. Come try it on!" Sophie Sanders chirped the moment she stepped through our front door. She knew the password to our door, so as always, she was free to enter as she pleased, and like every single day for the past decade or so, she was here to see my daughter, Julie Williams. For the past 18 years, Sophie had sent her daughter to my house under the pretense of being too busy with work to care for her own child.

"Remind me again, why the hell are we stating the obvious?" I sighed. "I have no idea." "Well, I'm basically his cousin, but we grew up like siblings. My name is Stephanie, but you can call me Sophie—most people do. Anyway, I'm so glad you're his mate!" Sophie said excitedly. "From the moment I met you, I knew you were special. We need to celebrate!" 'Wait, what?' Sophie stood up and grabbed my hand. "Where are we going?" I asked her, confused. What were we even celebrating? I just wanted to crawl into my blankets and dread the day my father walked into my life with all this garbage of secrets and drama.

at the gallery flickered in my mind. “Sophie!” Zander shouted toward the open door. Sophie marched in, looking uncharacteristically frazzled. Her usual trendy outfit was slightly wrinkled, and she was chewing on the end of a stylus. “I’m here, I’m here. And before you ask, no, I still haven’t found a crack. The guy is a saint on paper. It’s honestly insulting. I even checked his kindergarten records—he won a ‘Best Sharer’ award. Who does that?”