Sophie Hatter Novels & Stories

Upon their return, they sat in the courtyard, enjoying drinks and the serene atmosphere, until their peace was shattered by the entrance of a young lady who addressed Hannah with disdain. "It seems like you're Hannah. Let me give you a piece of advice. If you think Liam loves you just because you're his mate, then you must be dreaming. Nobody can come between me and Liam; I'm his first," the woman, Sophie, sneered, her words dripping with jealousy. Before Sophie could continue, Camelia stood up, her tone sharp and annoyed. "Sophie, that's your Luna you're talking to. You should show respect." Sophie retorted, her defiance clear, "She's not my Luna. She may be yours, but not mine. I would nev

“And so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t address him as such.” Badger stood up straight and his smile dropped. Then it returned in full force. “Miss Blueheart,” he bowed deeply. “Welcome. I see your fiery reputation is accurate.” Ethan set his lips in a thin line and continued to glare as Badger stood up from his bow. Then, he extended the creepy smirk towards Sophia. “And who might you be?” “Magdelana Wolfersham,” Sophia pronounced in an accent. I wanted to roll my eyes at her theatrics.

From one of the elder councilors, with firelight from the torches across his silvered hair, a gleaming diadem, more somber in tone, yet carrying well over the silent hall. The sentence goes to Sophie Harris, proven to have abetted Liam and Silas in their treasonous acts in bringing down the White Fang Pack-but since it is proved that she was just a pawn in the game and not the mastermind of it all, the council spares your life. The adrenaline coursed through her, as Sophie hadn't expected mercy, actually hadn't expected anything except a quick death. But this? This was worse than she could ever come up with, no more Luna and no more strong woman, she was nothing to all intents.

Sophia Harrington was walking towards her parents’ bedroom in the sprawling mansion they called home. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, and the tight black dress she wore barely contained her massive breasts and thick, fat ass. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, so every step made her heavy cheeks clap loudly. Sophia had received countless offers to model, but she had turned them all down so far.

I understood her predicament, and I was a stranger. “Why do I feel that you hate me?” That was the truth, and I preferred her to be honest with me. She didn’t welcome me like the way Keene did. Was this because I mistakenly or intentionally called her Sindy? “That’s a strong word, Mr. Clifford.” “It’s my middle name.” I smiled but her eyes were blazing with hatred that it could burn two holes right through my soul if it was even possible. “What do you do for a living, Miss Westley?” I kept my eyes glued to her, making her uneasily shift from her chair.

Aurora looked at her with a surprised expression. Sophie replied with a nod expressing yes. She could never forget her after all. “How do you know her?” Aurora wanted credibility of the identity. “She is the one who stole the heart of the man I want…A fucking slut..” Sophie cursed at her with whatever she had in mind. “Now she is with Michael…wow…a bitch in heat.” Sophie found just the right person to abuse verbally to vent her anger. "A dirty bitch." She sneered her heart and face both uglier than than the ugliest thing in the world.

Sophia huffed proudly, "Why do you still look down on me?" "Who said I'm looking down on you? My apologies, I’m sorry, you’re very impressive indeed." Avery raised his thumb, "We must spar together sometime." Chester remained silent, but his astonished expression gave him away. He knew Sophia was quite formidable, but he did not expect her to have such a powerful and prestigious identity. Hamish also looked shocked, "You're actually from Black Den?" Sophia disdainfully remarked, "What can your eyes see?" Hamish sheepishly replied, "Yes, yes, I was blind."

Sophia Sophie hurried away, darting into the corridor that led into the kitchen area. She almost collided with Danielle Eton who gave her a cold glare. Sophie trotted off hastily. She avoided Danielle like the plague. The woman had a tongue like a whip and an attitude to match. With her close-cropped ice blonde hair and cold blue eyes, she made Sophie tremble in the way she had when she had been in school and summoned before the Head teacher for some misdemeanour.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

“Hey, there’s this chick who was watching you perform.” “What is your name?” Catherine asked anxiously. “Brittany,” the girl confidently answered. Anita looked at her daughter with her eyebrows nearly reaching her hairline. From here, Catherine knew that Anita liked her vibe already, but for some reasons, Catherine wants to stop her mother from thinking this way. The final audition is the day after that, anyway. There’s plenty more waiting to be discovered. Including her ballerina.