Sophie In Bella And The Bulldogs Novels & Stories

Even when Sophie was alive, I hardly thought about her. “That's ridiculous. I am not jealous of your daughter. Stop calling me names,” I snapped. “Yes. You are—“ I didn’t hear the rest of her speech because someone took my phone and hung up on me. I turned around to face Nathan. “Bella…that was Bella.” I began before he could even ask, “She said Sophie is dead and that I killed her. Can you believe that? I didn't even know she was dead. I…I…” I trailed off words failing me, and Nathan didn't say anything.

“But you could have worn the makeup for a change. I love makeup, Sophie.” She pried away from his grip and picked up her notepad from the cluttered makeup table. “So you don’t like this, Sophie?” she wrote. Rhys laughed. "No, of course I do. I just said I preferred Sophie, who has the makeup on. She was really beautiful, until you cleaned her.” “Oh, cool. So this Sophie is ugly?” Rhys rolled his eyes. “You know you are getting me all wrong.” Sophie pouted. She threw the notepad in her bag and began stomping out of the room, then smiled as she heard Rhys running after her.

she said, pausing the episode and typing back furiously. I wiped my forehead, now damp with sweat. "What does that hater want from us? Maybe I should burn all the GOT haters for you." Sophie laughed. "Great idea! You’re like the real-life Khaleesi, only cooler." I smirked. "Obviously." Sophie’s expression suddenly shifted. "Why do people always tell me things last minute? Bella is in town!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. "Who’s Bella?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh. I didn't realize you had... company." Sophia's stomach dropped as recognition hit her. Bella Sebastian – Mark Vanderbilt's wife. Bella's perfectly painted lips curved into a knowing smile. "Well, isn't this interesting?”

Achilles answered for everyone. "So, Miss Dafne, you're saying that I'm a witch and that I cast a spell that fooled Boreas, Helios and Thunder?" Sophia asked sharply, naming the names of Achilles' wolf, mine and my father's. "I'm flattered to know that I have such power... After all, if I have such power, then won't me being the Beta next to Achilles mean that the pack will become even stronger?" Dafne's face has turned red, and I can feel her anger and humiliation, even her wolf has disappeared, hiding in the recesses of her soul, I can even hear some low laughter from people further away.

But now, it felt like she had taken it to a whole new level, and I wondered where that left me in comparison. Sophia leaned closer, her voice filled with excitement. "You remember Xander, right? The charming and enigmatic Xander who captured our hearts?" My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Xander. He was more than just a man to me; he was my love, my partner, my everything. I nodded, my mind filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. "Well, Bella, I have a confession to make," Sophia continued, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "I've had my eye on him for quite some time now, and I've decided to make my move."

] I almost dropped the box. What did they mean, weak spot? What spice? And why were strangers commenting on my life like I was the heroine of some late-night romance binge? Damian's voice pulled me back. "You don't like it?" His tone was steady, but the hand around his champagne flute had gone pale at the knuckles. [@SoftDomScholar: He is trying so hard to look calm.] [@MafiaMutt: One yes from her and this man is finished.] [@PageTurner88: Face blank. Soul on the floor.]

Her smile had vanished, replaced by something cold and calculating. "Fine," she murmured to herself. "If you won't help me, I'll find her myself. And when I do, she'll wish she never came back to Nightvale." Sophia served dinner at the small dining table a simple meal of pasta and vegetables that the children devoured with the enthusiasm of kids who had spent the afternoon building cushion fortresses and working up an appetite. "This is yummy," Chloe announced, twirling spaghetti around her fork. "Did you put magic in it?"

When we finally pulled through Elena’s gates, I was out of the car before it fully stopped. I ran inside, Lucian right behind me. “Sophia!” I screamed. Elena met us in the hallway, her face pale. “She’s in the living room. She’s shaken but physically fine. Bella… Bella saved her.” I burst into the living room and my heart shattered at the sight. Sophia sat on the large couch, wrapped in a fluffy pink blanket, her little body trembling. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. The moment she saw me, she burst into fresh tears.

Sophia stared at Benedict with a cold gaze while playing with a fruit knife. Back when Sophia was still the mayoress, Benedict conversed with her in the past. Sophia used to have a gentle smile on her face as she spoke softly. She was elegant and graceful. However, this Sophia was filled with anger as there was a glint of fierceness in her eyes right. Furthermore, she had multiple scars on her face. They were so frightening. Benedict could feel a chill running down his spine as Sophia stared at him. At that moment, the sound of a car could be heard from outside. Davis then quickly dragged Yvonne and walked into the room with Winona.