Sophie Hatter Novels & Stories

Location: Silver Croft Avenue, Blackwood City, Pearl Coast. Sophia, a stunning 28-year-old woman with an olive skin tone and a flair for fashion, paces around her father's opulent living room, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor. Sophia, popularly called Sophiee by her two bosom friends, holds the phone close to her straight hair, which falls just below her chin. She is styled in a chic, bouncy bob with a side part that adds to her effortless charm.

His smile lingered, even as he settled into the car beside Sophie Vignier, his latest ally in the Heatens. Sophie, a striking 24-year-old with bright brown eyes and short, styled waves of chestnut hair, glanced at him curiously. “Good day, Louis?” she asked, her tone teasing as she noticed his good mood. Louis shot her a grin. “I’m a hundred percent sure Matteo will accept my offer.” “Still as confident as ever,” she replied, starting the car. Sophie wasn’t just beautiful; her poised demeanor and sharp intellect made her a valuable partner. Since joining Louis’s team, she had proved her worth, though her sharp exterior often softened under Louis’s charm.

I agreed. "She's my favorite client?" Sandra's mother asked. "Oh my goodness, Sandra, are you talking to Sophia O’Shea on the phone?" Evelynn asked in the background. "Sophia O’Shea? The Sophia O’Shea? As in the woman who's been all over TV, on the front of almost every business magazine that exists, went to our high school, and owns that gorgeous house on the edge of town?" another girl squealed in the background. "Yes, Cynthia, that Sophia O’Shea." Sandra chuckled.

I pulled her into a hug and just held her until she stopped shaking. “Eric please tell me you see through this charade. She’s nothing but trouble. She’s caused a wedge between you and your chosen mate even thrown herself at you to get pregnant.” I let my Mother talk I wasn’t really paying attention. All I cared about was getting Sophie to calm down. I took her over to my desk and held her close to my side. Finally, I acknowledged my Mother who was still ranting about how cruel and demonic Sophie is. “Enough!” I barked. “Sophie is none of those things. It is you who has been manipulated by that poisonous viper Tatiana.”

Her own fuckable Channing Tatum. "Why so?" Sage asked as he took a seat on the couch at the end of her bed, making himself comfortable while Sophie got up from the chair. She was wearing a dark cowl-neck sweatshirt and her hair was in a messy bun, which made her all the more glorious and striking. Her heart-shaped lips were rosy and kissable enough, while her soft arch brow knitted a little as she settled herself in a comfortable position on the bed.

To be honest, if I weren’t so desperate to know the truth, I would have already left with Dolly. The round-faced girl smiled at me. “I get it. Oh, by the way, Miss White, my name is Sophie Lane. I work in HR, mostly running errands. You can just call me Sophie.” As she spoke, she pulled out a large pouch. “I’ve got all kinds of things in here. Let’s see what you need.” Like a magician, she started pulling out foundation, lipstick, powder puffs—even a small bottle of peppermint oil for headaches.

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?”

she looked at me from head to toe, "Are you wearing Dior? funny, cute and fashionable. A triple threat. Your girlfriend must be so lucky" I took a step back. "I'm sorry, Miss...." "Sophia Burgundy" she replied, still smiling. "Of course. Is there anything that I can help you with?" I asked. I couldn't explain it but something about this young lady set off warning alarms in my head. She made me a little uncomfortable. "Well, I heard that we had a new professor around and I just wanted to come say hello. I was close to Professor Harper before he left and I just wanted to make sure that you were doing okay now that you have to replace him"

Pack members filled the rows behind them, and whispers slithering through the air like restless snakes. I took my place where I always did. Not hidden, but not welcome either. Just visible enough to be judged. My heart would not slow. Each beat slammed against my ribs like it was trying to escape. I pressed my palms together, grounding myself, reminding myself who I was now. Not the silent girl they broke. Not the daughter of a dead tyrant. Sophia Harvey. CEO of Sterling Atelier. A woman who had learned how to survive rooms far colder than this one.

What a joke. There went the bell. It was Sophie. “I knew you need some sleep, but I just can’t wait.” She brought me a sandwich and a cup of coffee. “Your favorite Latte with chocolate chips on top.” Sophie never let me down, especially on these small preference.Latte with chocolate chips on top was always my favourite,but when I dated Fletcher, he said it smelled stinky like shit. What a shit! But everything was over with him, and he would be the heir of his father’s business and Noah would be his biggest rival.Fine,just let those stinky men go.