Anne Sophie Novels & Stories

Sophie asked while her eyes were straight, looking ahead on the road. Mary was a little bit startled after hearing Sophie's question. She blinked her eyes a couple of times before nodding softly. "Your sister, Sophia... yes, I remember her." Three years ago, Sophie's sister, who was five years older than her, Sophia Clinton, was sent as a maid to a werewolf family staying far away from their small village. At that time, Sophie's family was in need for a lot of money and the family who purchased Sophia gave them a good amount of it, enough for them to live a comfortable life for next ten years at least.

With a frown he questioned her, making Abigail to sigh, "Alex, you shouldn't speak to elders like this." "I'm not wrong, isn't she a stranger?" Alexander insisted on calling her a stranger making Abigail frown. Sophie laughed being amused by his nature, strangely she isn't angry at all in fact she loved talking to him, "I’m not a stranger, I'm," she wanted to introduce herself as his aunt so badly but stopped herself knowing it's not the right time to do that, "well you can search about me on the internet, I'm not someone who'll harm you, I'm Sophie Desouza."

the woman announced as she walked behind him and kissed his neck, she smiled as she looked at us, she stayed leaning near Arimas whilst he played with her hair "I'm Thomas Birch, of the Unitaur coven, and ...." "Wait didn't you say you were from black wolf?" the woman insisted standing up straight now, even Arimas sat up straight. "No, he said we had just come from there, we were only visiting" I corrected "I'm Anastasia, queen of the seven kingdoms" Arimas stood up so fast I thought he might get whiplash, he put his drink down on the table near the sofa and started buttoning his shirt, I wanted to laugh at the sight

"It's okay, darling. Don't be scared. You are safe. Come, let's get you back to bed." "Okay, Mother", she said and Queen Anne led her to her room to tuck her in. ¶*¶*¶ Prince Zuerien woke up feeling nervous because he has to tell Lady Sophie everything. He doesn't want her to hate him. He wants them to continue being friends like they've always been. He didn't even know how they formed their friendship but it started when Lady Sophie's late mother, Duchess Alexis do come to the palace. Duchess Alexis and Queen Anne were friends. So, when she came to the palace, she brought Lady Sophie along and they would play alongside Marco. Even though Marco doesn't play long with them, the three of them

Alexis was not a bit surprised about this information, because she knew already that Faith was not the idle type, she was a virtuous woman who does everything to support her husband, thus everyday she was either out to her own shop, or she was out doing some empowerment in the name of her husband. She nod immediately and she head directly to her room, she dropped the key to her car on the shelve, then she put on her stereo, this time instead of Taylor Swift, she played Celine Dion track, she usually does this anytime her mind was in shambles or she was worried or confused.

Sophie raised her eyebrows and gestured to Scarlett to follow her as she began walking upstairs. Sophie was just that type of girl– she didn’t care that her boyfriend, Jeff Richards, was some big businessman in the area and that Sophie herself was basically a nobody. Sophie didn’t let that sort of thing get to her– no matter what anyone around her said. At last, Scarlett and Sophie got to the banquet hall. Sophie was a social butterfly; she could talk and become friends with practically anybody. Scarlett watched her popping up here and there. She was entertaining the guests as though she were the hostess of the party herself!

When one ages, it is a wonderful thing and one that one can be delightful about. Today, 9th of July, Grace Anslem is a year older. At exactly 8:00am, she was awakened by a call from Becky wishing her a happy birthday. Laura was already up and, in the kitchen, making some preparations. "Hey babe! Did you sleep at all?", Grace asked. "Oh yes! I did. Happy birthday, love." "Thank you. This is nice. When did you wake up because I'm

There stood… SOPHIA

More like mine. Sophie stands at the stove. She wears one of my old aprons tied crooked over her pajamas. Her curls are a wild halo in the morning light. She flips a pancake high in the air. It spins. She catches it with a dramatic flourish. The edge flops onto the counter anyway. She doesn’t care. She never does. “Rise and shine, princess!” she sings. “Time to conquer the world with carbs!” I lean against the doorframe and fold my arms. “You’re way too awake for someone who ate an entire dragon roll at midnight.”

Rose Cross, Born 1931. Died, allegedly 1994. Sophia sat at the bakery office desk the next morning with Gina's research spread in front of her and read the name at the top of the first page like it was a sentence she needed to finish understanding before she could move on to the next one.