Sophie Hatter Novels & Stories

And in his mind, James had already begun to make plans for Emma. The next morning in London, Sophie stood before a towering glass building — the headquarters of one of the city’s leading fashion houses. The sky was overcast, but her spirit burned bright. She wore a long beige coat, gleaming high heels, and her hair was swept into an elegant bun. Every head turned as she entered the lobby. “Sophie Hall,” greeted one of the creative directors, a middle-aged man with round glasses. “We’re thrilled to finally work with you. Your last collection was… remarkable.”

Sophie stood center stage in a crimson suit, hands free of notes, hair pulled back into a braided crown. Behind the camera, Rachel gave her a small nod. Camellia counted down with her fingers. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1. They were live. Sophie didn’t smile. She looked directly into the lens, face steady, breath even. “My name is Sophie Burnett.” “And I will not apologize for survival.” A hush fell across livestreams and airwaves. “I will not apologize for building something my enemies tried to silence.” “And I will never apologize for standing where someone thought I’d break.”

I saw the red hair girl that is amazing writing horror stories, a few other romance writers, but then. My eyes went wide and I felt the vile rise in my stomach and towards my esophagus as I see the one person I hate the most in this whole fucked up world... Sophie Patterson. The stupid nerd that stole my happiness, the one person that stole all my possibilities of being with Logan and finally having a fair chance at my happily ever after. To make matters worse, a big poster with her picture displayed next to her with the words, 'MEET HAILEY MARIE, Author of your favorite romance novels.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt whatever party you two were having. Though it looks like I walked in at the good part.” Sophie didn’t even flinch. She crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride higher, and gave the woman a flirty once-over. “You’re not interrupting at all. You’re more than welcome to watch… or join in. I’m Sophie, and this is… well," she glanced at me before looking back at the lady. "I haven’t asked his name yet, but he’s got the thickest cock I’ve ever seen.”

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

James Smith stared at her face deeply, gritted his teeth with hatred: " Rachel West, you thought you changed your name, changed your voice, or even changed your appearance so I wouldn't recognize you, huh, I Tell you, even if you turn to ashes, I can always find you." His eyes were full of hatred, just as he was five years ago, and the ruthlessness in his tone was even more eager to slash her with a thousand swords. Does he really hate her so much, so disgusting that he can't allow her to live a minute or a second in this world? But what did she do wrong? The reason is that she did nothing wrong. If she insisted that she was wrong, it would be because she fell in love with him without knowin

I miss you Mom. Lilly’s POV: Sophia Carter, an 18 year old British model like girl with blonde hair and exquisite features and body, incredibly social and friendly in nature comes into my life stealing my crush, my first love away from me. I loathe her. She makes me self-conscious and I hate it. I am tall and beautiful but there is a softer touch to her than me. I feel rough and belligerent and like a boy compared to her. “I should just go and tell him how I feel about him”

she said, then flipped her hair and walked away. I hated to admit it, but Sophie was a very gorgeous lady with long, black, silky hair and dark blue eyes, a slender body, and amazing height. She looked as if she were a model ripped straight from a magazine. If Glen were to look at any female in a sexual way in our company, it would probably be her. She was not only admired by reporters whenever she walked by them; a lot of male workers worshiped the very ground she walked on. "I'll do it," Molly said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Well, I see you are picking out a dress…oh hello Lenny” Lenny was too obsessed with his choices, he just raised his hand while Sophie looked at me. "I see that's what I thought...you have a teenage girl in charge..." She spoke with disdain and Jeanne finally got angry. " What do you want? And who are you?” “I already said that, didn't I? I'm Sophie, a childhood friend of Fabian... and I came to see what kind of woman marries my friend. But you shouldn't expect too much either coming from a girl from the lowlands with a child in charge... clinging to a guy as well off as Fabian must be a lucky thing, isn't it?"

“Sophie, you remember my son, the soon-to-be king of the Silver Moon Pack, Nathan.” “How could I forget? Welcome back, Nat.” “Thanks.” she said with a big smile. “Come on inside, "lunch is just about ready.” We all walked in, and as soon as we did, I heard a little girl giggling and screaming her head off. Normally, such a sound would bother me and piss me off but this was different—cute, almost lovely. “Ah, that’s my daughter, Charlotte,” Sophie said as she came running over to her.