Sophie Hunter Rapper Age Novels & Stories

"You know my dad?" "He was a business man, a politician and a good friend, and I should say, he was like a dad to me..." "A dad?" Sophia questions in surprise. "Ain't you supposed to be older than me? Don't give my dad credit for getting to have sex at a young age. I'm 19, that should be his first sex. The man hates protection." The Hunter scoffs, "He didn't always fancy the idea of having bodyguards around him," he pauses and looks up to the sky from the window of the bus. "If only he knew they'd cost him his life one day." He pulls out a watch from his pocket.

Hunter’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t answer. She laughed lightly. “Poor thing. You hate that she’s not running back to you.” Hunter shot her a cold look. “I don’t care about Evelyn.” Sophia arched a brow, unconvinced. “Sure.” She slid her hand down his arm, voice dropping. “Maybe it’s time you stop sulking and let yourself move on.” Hunter stiffened as Sophia leaned in, her lips dangerously close to his. But before she could close the distance, he pulled back.

It is almost three in the morning, and the DJ has changed, and the songs start to get better. "Shall we dance, Selena?" Sophia asks me. “Sure, let's go!” I get up, all ready and excited to shimmy, but Hunter doesn’t follow. “Are you coming?” I ask him.

Sophie made me have my food and also my dose. "Selena why don't we play a game of twenty questions it's going to make us no more about ourselves we will ask a question each, you are not allowed to ask two questions in a roll," Sophie said showing me her beautiful smile and also a puppy face. How can I say no to this face? "Fine, if you want that," I mumble. "I will be starting first, how old are you?" She asked staring straight into my soul. "I am nineteen years old and will be twenty in a week," I replied making her stare at me surprised. " Why didn't you tell me about that?" She asked again, then I reminded her it was against the rules of the game.

He introduced himself again, making Sophie smile. “Hi,” her smile was genuine this time. “I'm Sophie. I own an art gallery and my father is probably going to die in prison. I'm learning to let things go and I'm living my dreams.” She told him. “Is it complete?” he whispered. “What?” she frowned momentarily. “Is your dream life complete?” Tyler asked her.

Sophie said "Oh... um... nice Sophie I am really happy it was... um to your satisfaction." Raphael said "Yeah so tell me about you Raphael, I am quite curious to know more about you, that is if you are willing to tell me, of course." Sophie said "Yeah... Yeah... Sure, of course... I am... um Raphael James." He said "Great, you've got a nice name." She complimented "Thanks..." "Okay, so how old are you?" She asked "I'm... twenty six."

Chapter 1 For the first time in years, Sophia Hale wasn’t the senator’s wife. No forced smiles for the cameras. No perfectly straight spine or carefully spoken words. Tonight, with a third flute of champagne warming her blood, she was simply Sophia... thirty-eight, restless, and deliciously reckless.

Sharp, analytical, carrying the same exhaustion Sophie saw in her own mirror. "Emma," Shadow said as Sophie sat down. Not a question. A confirmation. "You know that's not my real name." "Sophie Vale. Age ten. Enhanced cognitive and empathic abilities. Supposedly died in the Vale Tech explosion three months ago." Sophie felt her pulse spike, but kept her expression neutral. "If you know all that, why haven't you turned me in for whatever reward they're offering?" Shadow leaned back, and Sophie caught a glimpse under the hood. Female, Asian features, eyes that held too much knowledge for someone so young.

she thought to herself. "I'm still too young to think about love," she responded with her arms crossed. He softly laughed as he found her actions cute. "How old are you, Sophia?" "Twenty-five," she thought to herself. "But clearly you won't believe that." She looked at him. "Take a guess." "Hmm." He tilted his head as he stared at her, studying her height. "Five?" "Yeah! I'm five years old!" She stuck out her left hand to his face, showing five fingers.

I lower my bagel. “Yes?” She smiles earnestly and says, “I heard you asking about the missing girls.” “Do you know anything?” She sighs and says, “I don’t know if I know anything. I just know that my girl is missing. Her name is Sophia. She’s only nineteen. She went off to hunt one night, and just never came back.” I stand up. Her eyes are sad, and while she’s being polite, I can see it in her eyes. Desperation. I’ve felt desperate my whole life so I would know.