Sophie Hatter Novels & Stories

Eric nods at her words and says, “Funny, you never came quickly when I call you.” “Oh, that’s different. Sorry dude, but I have more respect for her than I do for you.” She says it while shrugging her shoulders. I smile at the conversation as Eric whitens his eyes. Alec clears his throat as he says, “I don’t think we introduced ourselves properly. I am Prince Alec.” Sofía looks at him and says, “Delighted. I am Sophia Stevens, mastermind of any misdeeds committed in high school.”

Before anyone could respond, someone yelled from the far hall. “Shiloh?!” Sophie barreled toward us, half-braided hair flying, leather pants, wide smile. She skidded to a stop, took one look at the hunters, and, because she was Sophie, grinned wider. “Harris, you old menace,” she said. “Still alive.” “Somebody has to keep you idiots in line,” he muttered. She hugged him, Kofi, Ryder, awkwardly patting his back while he stood stiff as a post, and then turned her full attention to Jo and the baby.

I ran towards them and I shoved my hands wide open “ Maya!!!!” “ Bitch why are you happy? Did someone we hate die?” “ What Maya don't say that, I'm always happy, in fact I'm jolly holly Charlotte” smiling goofy. Haha you wish Maya and Sophie laughed at the same time. Maya raised a brow. “Jolly holly Charlotte? Girl, are you okay? Did you drink expired Greek yoghurt?” Sophie snorted. “She definitely did. Look at her. She’s glowing like someone who saw Jesus.”

Sophia glanced at me sideways. “So, what made the successful Mr. Julian Harrington drink himself into oblivion?” she teased. “Woman trouble? Business stress? Or both?” I smirked. “A little bit of everything. Let’s just say recent events have been… complicated.” We entered a high-end boutique. I told the attendant to bring out their best casual and formal collections. Sophia tried on several dresses, coming out to show me each one. She looked stunning in a sleek emerald green dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

Every major newspaper, tabloid, and online media outlet wrote about me, Sophia Foster, the eldest daughter of the Fosters, who had been abandoned on her wedding day but still insisted on completing the entire ceremony alone. Some criticized the cruelty of high society. Some sympathized with me. Of course, some simply enjoyed the spectacle. No matter what, for the first time, my name appeared ahead of Daniel's in the headlines. John hosted a banquet to make amends with the Fosters. Between toasts and small talk, John raised his glass toward me. "This is for you, Ceres. Thank you for protecting both families' dignity in such a crisis. The Rothmans wronged you, but don't worry. I'll make sure y

“My name is Vivienne, and I am Sophie’s therapist. I came to see if she was home. I would like to talk to her. She hasn’t been taking my calls or replying to my emails and has refused to attend all of our sessions since the first one.” Veronica raised her brows. “Are you from the village?” she asked. Vivienne nodded. “Yes. My mother is Agatha Olson. I’m not sure if I know you.” She shrugged. “But then, I don’t know half the people in this town. I have been away for quite some time.” “I am Veronica. Sophie’s mother.” She introduced her. Vivienne frowned, and Veronica felt compelled to add, “Eliana’s sister.” “Oh!” Vivienne said, touching her cheek. “You are the one who’s got the town in an up

He looks up at me and smiles slyly, which I ignore. " Hey pretty, what's your name?" He asks with a sexy undertone beneath it. Any girl would swoon but not me. My expression becomes grim and I stiffen. " Vera." Is my clipped reply and before he can say jack, I'm off his reach. Now don't get me wrong, just because I moved doesn't mean I'm free. I still have those triggers, those nightmares, suicidal thoughts, and everything in between. I've only managed to find a way around them so it doesn't affect the way other people see me. To everyone else, I'm the icy cold waitress. Only madam Deborah knows my weakness for what it is. I hurry back to the counter and take quick deep breaths, trying to ca

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

She quickly ran to Damien's bed and went under the duvet, covering herself and whispering soothing words to relax her mind. ____________ Sophie appeared in a chamber full of different sorts of bottles filled with antidotes. She screamed out a name. "Melissa! Where are you?" Sophie screamed to the top of her voice making a beautiful woman appear before her. "She is wearing a black gown, with a black hat on her head. She has ocean blue eyes shining dazzlingly. Her white hair was trimmed beautifully not passing her shoulders. She is the next most powerful witch. Seeing the girl before her, she flashed a very beautiful smile.

Sophie had always found Vanessa fascinating. At twenty years old, Sophie was a quiet girl who loved books, drawing, and spending time alone. She had long brown hair, soft green eyes, and a gentle way of speaking. Most people saw her as sweet and innocent. She liked that. It felt safe. But lately, something inside her had started to change, especially when her mother’s best friend came to visit.