Anastasia Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

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.

He setup and paid for these lessons and he was not going to miss out. Lucian came along slowly. His eye caught the teacher and he was stunned. She could have been Arabella’s younger sister, that is how much they looked alike. The differences were negalable. Sofie Monet was a beautiful Italian woman. Where Arabella’s eyes were green, Sofie’s eyes were Ice blue. Her hair was more a dark chocolate brown than black. Her figure matched Arabella’s. Lucas shook his head. He needed to get Arabella off his mind once and for all. He couldn’t keep comparing every woman he meets with Arabella.

Anastasia held her luggage on her hand. She was going to Broadway! Her dreams were coming true all thanks to her father. She rubbed Spark's soft fur. The dog showed excitement too as it blotted out it's tongue. Anastasia for the first time would be traveling alone!. She raised her ticket to the sky and waved happily. Her joy faded as beauty pushed her aside. "You are not fit it fat ass" she mocked while Lilian, Julie and Martha smirked. "Don't call me that!!" She retort.

The questions swirled in my mind like a relentless storm. Master Cyrus, ever perceptive, must have noticed my surprise. He called out to me, breaking the spell of astonishment that had taken hold of me. "Anna!" he called, his voice laced with urgency. I quickly gathered myself and made my way towards them, my eyes never leaving the mysterious woman. Master Cyrus introduced her to me, revealing that she was a sorcerer who would aid us in our mission. It was a daunting task—to infiltrate the Moonlight pack and convince the Alpha that his son, Leo, must not reject me as his mate.

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.

Luna was ten months old when she decided to play matchmaker. "Uncle Marcus needs his mate," she announced at breakfast. Marcus, who'd been drinking coffee, choked. "What?" "Your mate. She's coming today. You should wear the blue shirt. She likes blue." "Luna, honey, I don't—" Marcus started. "She's at the border now. With Alpha Regina's group. Her name is Sophie and she has brown hair and green eyes and she's scared because she's omega rank but she's perfect for you."

(Flashback) “So, what do you think of Ms. Novikoff?” Ivan’s younger sister, Marina Volkov, asked with evident curiosity, her eyebrows raised so high they practically touched her forehead. “She’s good,” Ivan replied, realizing that a simple “good” couldn’t do justice to the breathtaking Anastasia Novikoff. She possessed long, dark hair and piercing hazel eyes that exuded a certain innocence, kindness, and thoughtfulness. There was something about her that made his entire chest radiate like the sun, igniting a desire for her that surpassed any other woman he had ever longed for. Even hours after their second meeting, he was still buzzing with the overwhelming need to see her again. His fingert

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.