Sophie In Bella And The Bulldogs Novels & Stories

"But it’s done, and I just want to be as far away from him as possible." They sat in silence for a moment before Sophie suddenly perked up. "Speaking of job vacancies, Bella-the-Proud hasn’t stopped boasting about landing a job at some security company that pays insanely well," she said, pulling out her phone and scrolling. "Really? Good for her," Isla said, though her tone was less than enthusiastic.

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?”

The playing field in the pairs were even, yet this wasn’t an accurate representation of how a real battle field went down. Having watched everyone, Brielle loudly clapped her hands together. “Thank you everyone, I’ve seen what I needed to see.” Her eyes landed on a petite blonde in the far back who Brielle noticed throughout her observations. The young girl had speed and stamina, but not much strength. “What’s your name?” She politely asked the girl with a warm smile. “Sophie.” The girl responded. Brielle nodded her head, before motioning for the girl to step forward. “Join me up here please, Sophie.”

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.]