Novel & Cerita Anastasia Sophie Lark

She really does act like a mother. "Mielly you are so dramatic!! But yeah, her excitement is accurate. Antoine Laurent is quite a big deal. It's worth your time Anatasia, trust me" She said and gave me a wink after. "Okay, Antoine Laurent it is" I said while raising both of my hands up like surrendering to them. --End o Chapter 2 --

Although she had seen him in the dark and she couldn't deny, he was irresistible in the dark as well. Sebastian closed the distance with his long legs as Stacy stepped back instinctively. His eyes never left her and as his eyes looked at her from top to bottom, she felt like she wasn't wearing a thing. Her knee length skirt and blouse felt transparent and she wanted to cover herself with an extra layer. Sebastian recited her life in a few sentences, "Stacy Cyrus, working as an editor in City Scape. Recently been promoted and an editor of the news where Sebastian Rodriguez is also a suspect."

Ophelia Maine's POV Ophelia Maine—the queen of the stage, myself was known for my excessive beauty. Upon marrying a man who's quite famous, I even gained more attention from the media. But truly.. no one has ever wondered why such a queen would be a narcissist, and obsessed with fame, except for my lovely daughter. "Mommy, why do you like attention so much?" A cute, little 7 year old Charlotte Maine asked. We were currently in my room, about to go to bed when my darling suddenly asked me that question.

She knew. Anastasia closed her book carefully. Deliberately. Like she was giving herself time to become real after existing as a ghost for so long. She wore simple clothes. A dark sweater. Jeans. Her hair pulled back. She looked nothing like a crime boss. She looked like someone's mother. "You figured it out," Anastasia said. Her voice was exactly as Lena remembered it, though she'd only heard it in the vault of her subconscious. "You refused the trap. You came anyway."

And now, here she stood, facing Alexander in the gentle light of the room, as if she belonged there entirely. She stepped forward, her silhouette becoming clearer. The familiar waves of blond hair, the sleek, confident stride, and the graceful way she moved—Now that I remember I’ve seen her in a model magazine, one of the top models in Ravenhold. It was her. Sofie Stone. She had everything—beauty, charm, the kind of effortless allure that many would envy. And she knew how to wield it, like a weapon. She had an unyielding grip on the life she believed she deserved, and from the way she held herself, I could see she wasn’t going to let go easily.

Lyra gave a nod and gestured to Christopher to start. “Ahh, okay. Miss Julie,” he called one of her assistants who handed him his Ipad. Christopher told Anastasia to sat on the couch, which she did. He handed her the Ipad. Anastasia looked at the designs and in just ten minutes she picked a dress from among thousands if designs. “That was fast. Check once more,” Lyra told her. “Grandma, it is good to me. Have a look,” Anastasia stated. Christopher took the iPad to Lyra who looked at it and went with the choice of Anastasia.

she stopped talking, "it's like since you've been away, nothing can faze them!" "Just give me some names, Anastasia. It's the only way I can assist you," I pleaded, cautiously inching closer to her as if she might explode right before me. “Sorry, A, but I can’t do that.” Anastasia finally broke down in front of me, tears streaming down her face. I pulled her into a comforting embrace, but she quickly pulled away, her expression a mix of discomfort and pain, as if hiding something deeper. "My bad," I muttered as she wiped away her tears. In one swift move, I lifted the back of her shirt, revealing handprints and a number 4 etched into her skin—marks that would undoubtedly leave scars. She tri

Mat said, and then Asteria smiled. “Hi, I am Asteria D´Angelo. I am Prince Zane's mate, and I am here to help you,” she said, and the three girls looked at each other. “Let's start with something simple,” Asteria took the lead, “What are your names?” she asked, “I am Zarina,” Zarina mumbled, “I am Sophie, and this is my younger sister Sirena,” Sophie said, and Asteria nodded. “I bought clothes and things for just one girl… I guess I will have to go shopping tomorrow…” she smiled, and I saw Mat roll his eyes. He knew none of his sisters needed an excuse to hit the mall.

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

“Fuck off Farkas.” He wears a lazy smile and leans back into the couch. “Relax, Sophia is on board. Aren’t you babe?” “I sure am, enjoy.” She says and stands up, crossing the room and sitting down next to Lilly, diving into conversation. Farkas doesn’t waste a second, he opens up the link I shared with him before. He trails his fingers over my ragged mark and his hoarse voice flows through the link. “I think Sophia is starting to like you, the power and confidence you present to us now is.. quite a trigger.”