Sophie Hatter Novels & Stories

He winked. Sophie's eye twitched, and she prayed it hadn't looked like she was winking back. She shut the door and approached his desk. "I'm delighted to meet you, Mr. Dolan. I'm Sophie Armsdale, a professional television journalist." She removed the resume from her portfolio and placed it on his desk. "As you can see—" "What?" He lowered his feet to the floor. "You're Sophie Armsdale?" "Yes. You will notice on my resume' that I have—"

She wiped a fake tear. Penelope was getting amused by every passing moment. “That's Marissa's. She’s the senior architect. Don't try to be friends with her." She looked around and whispered, "She is not like... you know-- uh very much likely to be socialized with." She said in a hushed tone.

"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.

Vivienne's emotions began to spiral out of control, but then the door of the ward suddenly swung open. Turning toward the door, Sophie stood there, her gaze icy. Behind her stood numerous journalists, their cameras clicking incessantly. "The person who harmed Tristan is you! Vivienne Kerrigan!" Sophie's voice sounded icy. "Sophie?" Vivienne's expression changed abruptly, panic flashing in her eyes. 'When did Sophie arrive? And those journalists, how much of what I just said did they hear?' "You carried Tristan full-term—he's your flesh and blood! How could you treat him like this? You're simply unworthy of being a mother!" Sophie's voice, filled with accusation and disgust, echoed as she str

Soon she’d know everything there was to know about seduction. She washed her hair and was wrapped in a soft towel, wondering why getting ready was supposed to take hours, when there was a tap on the door and two young women entered, clutching several cases. ‘Sophia? I’m Dana. I’m a genius with hair.’ Dana pushed the door shut with the toe of her shoe. ‘This is Helena—she’s the make-up fairy.’

AJ chimes in smiling to. “Now that’s more like it.” Lourdes says as she comes over to give me a hug and Evet and AJ follows suit. “Hello” Sophie says finally speaking up after being so quiet obviously unwilling to get involved in the family conflict. “My names Sophie and I’ll be the one designing your dresses.” She continues introducing herself before extending her hand to all three of them. “So just dresses, how about my suit I know this heifer didn’t have the nerve to forget about me again.” He turns to glare at me and I just roll my eyes at him in response.

A sultry voice replied from the hall, and Jacob smiled with amusement as he stepped back, allowing the owner of the voice entry. When the lady stepped into the dimly lit living room, Christie knew that she had been more than just a casual acquaintance. Sophie was Jacob's female alter ego down to the piercings and hair color. Though her hair was very long with a soft wave to it, and her body was enviably curvaceous. She had bright blue almond shaped eyes with sculpted cheekbones, a fine little nose, and darkly painted lips that looked positively luscious against her fair skin. Dressed in a red blouse with black jacket and skirt, it was clear she tried her best to conform to proper business at

"Gossiping with a teapot? Now, that's a story I need to hear!" I launched into the tale, mimicking the teapot's animated voice. "So, there I was, sipping tea with the Mad Hatter and the March Hare, when the teapot leaned in and whispered, 'Psst! Have you heard about the Queen of Hearts and her secret knitting obsession?'" Sophie burst into laughter, the sound filling the room with joy. "No way! The Queen of Hearts and knitting? That's brilliant!" We giggled uncontrollably, imagining the Queen of Hearts surrounded by piles of knitted hats and scarves. As our laughter subsided, Sophie wiped away a tear of mirth from her eye.

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

Sophie bent over the babies, her hand trembling slightly as she touched the fake bundle. "You... you ruined everything..." she hissed under her breath. The hidden microphones captured every venomous word. "I was supposed to be Mrs. Drake! You filthy little pests stole him from me! But don’t worry... once you disappear, he'll realize he belongs to me. I’ll make sure you’re never found!" She gripped the fake babies tightly, hatred burning in her eyes. Suddenly, a loud voice echoed across the garden. "That's enough, Sophie." She froze.