Sophie Hunter Rapper Age Novels & Stories

But before we could take more than a step, Patrick's voice stopped us. "Ask him about Sophia, Celine. Ask him what happened to the woman who trusted him before you did." The name hit Hunter like a physical blow. I felt him stumble slightly, his grip on my arm tightening almost painfully. "Who's Sophia?" I asked, even though part of me didn't want to know the answer. Hunter's eyes closed briefly, and when he opened them, I saw something that looked like defeat. "She was..." He started, then stopped, running his free hand through his hair. "She was someone I cared about. A long time ago."

Those who don’t have immortality crave it and those who do have it, resent it. “Sophia! Get ready! You will be late!” A lady screamed, her voice reverberating through every wall in the house. “Arrrghhh! I can’t get any fucking reading done!” Sophia cussed under her breath. Sophia was an aspiring brunette writer in her late teens about to start college. She was a fit lady with shoulder-length hair, she had glasses on with an open book right in front of her. Her room was like the room of any teenager her age, except she had posters of famous gore movies and comics plastered across every corner on her walls, unlike the average teenagers that were all about boys.

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.

And to think that a few months ago, my life was perfectly surrounded by my mother and my friends, I had dreams and ambitions and now I live in an unspeakable tumult. A few months earlier. My name is Sophia Carpenter and I'm 17, soon I'll be 18. I live with my mother, a single mother and I never knew my father. Everything I know about him is summarized on my mother's bedside table, a photo. And apparently, I wasn't even born yet since there are only two of them in the picture and they look very young.

Chris replied with the same serious tone but Liam ignored it. “ Well, Sophie Harris, twenty-one years old. She came from a poor family, her father Mr Harris was a taxi driver and her late mother was a seamstress. She has a younger brother who is currently a high school student and Sophie herself is a final-year student at the local University. She is studying contemporary arts and lifestyle. Her favorite color is purple” Liam read along, Chris could hear the sound of clicks on Liam's pc. “ What I'm about to tell might probably shock you or not” Liam suddenly paused.

Her blonde hair was perfectly curled, resembling a wounded woman-turned-icon coming back to demand justice. Reporters immediately shouted, “That’s Sophia!” “Is it true you're still married to Hunter Jackson?” “Were you abandoned?!” Sophia smiled. She walked gracefully to the podium and stood in front of the microphone. “Good afternoon,” her voice was soft, yet piercing. “Today, I stand before you not as an actress, not as a businesswoman, but as a wife—who was betrayed.” The room fell silent. “Hunter Jackson and I married eight years ago. But after just one year, I disappeared due to the mental breakdown I suffered from our cold and oppressive marriage.”

Some bullshit like ‘I’ll be 40 next month so technically I’m 39 now’. And yes, I'm fully aware 39 is not young if we were to compare with my pretend age. That's a huge, jaw-dropping age gap. I was actually talking as Sophie, the 32 year old divorcee, not my pretend persona of this 19 year old college girl. Rich? Yeah, I think so. Because seriously, if you don't have money, why would you be a Sugar Daddy? How are you going to shower us with love, since love in this business equals money and expensive gifts.

The atmosphere at the scene quickly became engaged. Jackson and Keegan made brief speeches about the collaboration and then handed the stage over to Sophia. Sophia lowered the microphone and spoke gently. "Hello, Trinity University officials and fellow students. My name is Sophia and I am the speaker for the Vinci Rivera Group's 'Rising Star' project. I'm 22 years old and currently working in the operations department at the Vinci Rivera Group. Are there any students here around my age? Raise your hand. Let's see how many of you are there..."

“Young? How old is she? Ten? Sixteen? She’s a grown-ass woman. Stop making excuses for her. She can’t be younger than twenty,” Julia responded. She wasn’t having it. “Yes, I am not a child. I am twenty-two and I know I haven’t been the best person. I didn’t know she almost died and I am sorry about everything. I already told Harlyn and she’s a kind person.” Sophie said. she sounded scared and wasn’t even meeting anyone’s eyes. “Soph. don’t look so downcast. We are good,” I told her and turned to Harry.

“Doesn’t he want to heal? What’s your plan I’ll do it.” Hunter sucked in a breath. “Well… damn it why do I have to do this?” “Just spit it out Hunter,” I frowned. “Okay, fine. We think Sophia can help Ezra’s wolf heal so we want to bring her here. Ezra won’t let us because of you.” “Who’s Sophia?” “Uh dang it. Well, she was an old fling of Ezra’s.” My heart pounded against my chest. “An old fling who can help him heal?” Am I missing something?