Sophie Gray South Park Novels & Stories

For just a second. Then Sophie looked over her shoulder. Her expression hardened. "Abe." "Morning." Neither of them answered. I stopped a few feet away. "I actually wanted to" "You wanted to what?" Sarah cut in. "Send more flowers?" The sarcasm was impossible to miss. "I wanted to apologize." Sophie laughed. "That's funny." "I'm serious." Sarah crossed her arms. "You know what your problem is?" I stayed quiet. "You think every grand gesture erases years of being a terrible person."

Sage exclaimed with the sand in his hand as he scooped it from the ground. "Silly, snowmen aren't sand. You dimwit." On cue, Sophie opened her eyes slowly as her vision began to blur. She tried to stand up. However, it felt like she was on a roller coaster, and it was followed by a not-so-elegant muffling noise that was heard and echoed throughout the packhouse backyard's garden. The disgusting, stale, and acidic odor of her puke added to the already disgusting smell that lingered in the grass as she again began to heave, followed by swearing and never ending profanities. "The fuck… Arrgh! I'm not pregnant, if that's what you are thinking."

Sophia mocked and laughed out loud. Everywhere was quiet for just a second and just then Sophia spoke out again. “Are you this foolish Nelson? Like I don't like Gerrit.” “Don't you dare say bullshit about me, lady!” Grace spoke out for herself. “And who the hell are you? Are you shutting me up or what? U don't really understand.” Sophia asked Grace, who was looking at her with disgust.

Grayson passed a drink to her while keeping the other one in his hand. “I told you, Mr. Grayson, that I don’t drink.” Sophia tried to refuse him politely. “Just one drink. I insist.” Sophia grabbed the drink and let him settle at his place. Once he was settled, she placed the drink on the table in front of her and started packing all the samples and her laptop in her laptop bag. And while doing so, she intensionally pushed the glass from the table, breaking it into pieces. “Oh! I’m so sorry, Mr. Grayson.” Sophia apologized, on which Simon Grayson glared at her at first but quickly changed his expression into a smile.

The car slowed to a stop outside the mansion, and Sophie jumped out of it immediately. Rhys settled the car, then followed her into the house. Her aunt, Eliana, stood at the doorway and eyed them as they approached. “You guys are back so early!” She remarked, then glanced at Sophie. “Is she alright? Rhys? Sophie, are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Rhys stepped up. “Uhh, she’s fine. I mean, she’s sick. She had a little migraine, so we had to leave the party early.”

I forgot they were still here. "You guys are so sweet, we might be surprised that our skin is full of hives due to the ant bite," said Drake. "Hahaha! Funny! I might die of laughter right now! " Sophie said sarcastically. Drake suddenly pouts. "Ugh! You're so ugly, brother! Don't even pout! You look uglier!" Sophie taunts Drake, which made us laugh. --- SOPHIE'S POV We were eating dinner today when suddenly Yna spoke.

Sophie. She was more radiant than the last time I saw her. Her hair was a deep, inky black, framing her face in a sleek curtain that contrasted with her lightly tanned skin. A smattering of freckles across her nose gave her a playful, down-to-earth appeal, though everything else about her exuded confidence. Those eyes, a vivid, stormy gray, flicked around in search of someone—maybe me. Her cheeks, lightly bronzed even in winter, hinted at time spent outdoors or an active lifestyle. The moment she looked up, her gaze locked on mine.

“What did you see?” “Well, so remember how the dude was supposed to be rich and handsome and shit? I mean, maybe he’s kinda rich, but more importantly, I think Fannie is pregnant! She’s not doing a great job of hiding in that dress of hers… It’s honestly hilarious because her baby belly is pretty obvious, but people are pretending not to notice…” Sophie couldn’t stop laughing, and she added, “You gotta come here, man. You’ll regret it if you miss all of this! I’ll wait for you at the front gate. Bye! ***

"It tastes like crap. You eat it." Sarah looked confused. "You don't like it? Then why did you order?" Gray averted her eyes and said, "I was curious." Then she looked at her. "Can I taste your coffee, though?" "Sure," Sarah put her cup in front of her. Gray lifted the cup and stared at her own reflection at the coffee. Then she looked at Sarah who was looking at her. "Look! What's that?" Gray pointed her other hand behind Sarah who immediately looked behind her. Gray took this opportunity to pour the coffee on the plant beside them.

: everybody knows about it, but nobody cares to have it. "She's not very much my type. I like them... Invisible." "They don't make them like the used to." He jested, and Adrian agreed with a nod. "I'm Aaron... Brown!" "Cool! You can go away now!' Adrian snorted. "Sor....sorry!" He spun around, and walked away. "Can I get you something to drink?" He stopped and turned back to Adrian. "I hate people, they never listen!" Adrian groaned. "No!"