Sophie Hunter Rapper Age Novels & Stories

Sophie replied leaning into the touch. "Okay. You say how was your day?" Collin changed the subject. "How old are you?" Sophie cross questioned him completely ignoring his question. "I'm 25 you?" He looked at Sophie who was looking at him with wide eyes. "What?" "I'm 27." She replied and looked at her mate to find something unusual but she just found a smile. "Wow, you still look like a teenager." "Okay that was cheesy." Sophie hit him at the shoulder. "No really you look so young. Me! I look old" he chuckled.

She asks Hunter. To everyone’s amusement, Hunter begins to stutter incoherently. Seeing her boyfriend’s petrified stare, Maleah cuts him some slack and comes clean. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s not what you’re thinking. I’m not planning our wedding or anything. At least not for a long time. Sophia is making all of us model dresses for her. So, you can relax.” Hunter takes a relieved breath, holding his hand over his heart as the color returns to his pale face. “Holy cow, that was...It’s not that I don’t love you and want to marry you… someday. I just...I’m only twenty-three.” He mutters hurriedly.

She laughs and says, "You are quite beautiful." I'm taken aback by her direct approach. Her compliment is hilariously awkward and she looks really young. I am often not good at gauging the age of women but the woman in front of me looks nineteen or under. She got makeup on and wears a micro mini volleyball shorts. "I'm Sophia, a photographer. I was hoping to get a selfie with you last night at the runway afterparty, but you seemed busy. Imagine my surprise to see you here," She smiles warmly.

Sophie held my hands firmly, pulling me with her and I basked in her confidence when in actuality, I really wanted to be moping around at home with tears streaming down my face. “There’s Hunter” she yelled amidst the loud music and I raised my brows in confusion, “Who?” I asked, squinting my eyes in the dimly lit hall searching for the so-called Hunter even though I had no idea what he looked like. “The guy I told you about, there he is” she pointed at a blonde guy behind the dj booth and he waved at her, a flirty look in his eyes. We stayed where we were and before I knew it, Sophie was pouring drink after drink in my mouth and in no time, I was swaying my body to the electric beat of the m

“Is it like a journal or something?” “It’s a journal. And it goes way back.” Sophie wrote. “In this one, my aunt is eighteen, and I think Veronica is twenty-two.” “Veronica? Like your mother?” Rhys gasped. “She’s in there too? Sophie. How long have you had this?”

I take it from her and thank her. “So, you done being a prospect yet?” She asks as she moves closer and places the umbrella over my head and I shake my head. “Not until either your ol man decides to accept me back full time or until such times as Melody forgives us. But I don’t deserve her forgiveness.” I say as I unscrew the lid and sniff the contents. Chicken soup. Sophie is a whizz in the kitchen. I suppose she has to be with the amount that Wild Child, Junior, and Anna all eat. Sophie is a famous MMA fighter and her kids have followed in her footsteps. She also teaches the club kids how to defend themselves. The woman is amazing.

she sarcastically spat. "Anyway, sorry about that." I walked closer to her. "We started off on the wrong foot," I said, extending my hand. "My name is Sophie Rust, and I can be a bit of a blockhead sometimes," I introduced myself. Laughing, she replied, "Yeah, I can see that," and shook my hand. "My name is Natalie Kova. I'm sixteen and apparently perfect." "Huh... no one is perfect," I blurted out.

"Maya Chen. Sophie will be so happy to see you." She pulled me through the crowd to the kitchen. Sophie stood by the counter. Jeans and a yellow shirt. Her hair was shorter now. She looked up. Saw me. Her face went pale. "Maya." "Hi Sophie." We stared at each other. Eight years collapsed into nothing. "You're a firefighter." Sophie spoke first. "Mom told me." "Yeah." "That's amazing." "You're a beekeeper." "I am." She smiled. Small. Uncertain. "Started in California. Now I'm bringing it here."

Harper inquired. “Yes, I also bake cookies and, in fact, anything related to baking; just present it, and I shall create it,” Sophie said with pride. “That sounds delightful,” Harper remarked. Sophie smiled. “Do you have any siblings?” Harper continued. “No, I am an only child,” Sophie replied. “Ah, I hope you do not find yourself bored at times?” Harper asked. “Occasionally, yes, but I have grown accustomed to it over time,” Sophie responded. “May I inquire about your age?” Harper asked.

At first, Sonia who happened to be Sophie's friend did not want to tell us anything claiming she had no idea who Sophie was. " Please help us" I said passing her some dollar bills, she smiled mischievously and asked that we go to a corner so she could tell us everything. " She stopped working here, few months ago." She said when we asked her about Sophie. " She had a daughter right?" I asked her, optimistic that the woman I had seen was indeed Sophie. " Yes she does, the child is about 10 years old." She added.