Novel & Cerita Bloody Heart Sophie Lark

It says: "Thee treasure lies in here." With trembling hands, she slowly opened the lid, and she saw a small velvet box. And she didn't have to ask or guess what was inside. "Open it, Serena." Liam whispered at her. With cold hands, Serena opened the box and saw a diamond solitaire which sparkled like a star in the sky! Liam pulled the engagement ring out from the small box and asked for her right hand. He bent on his knees and stared straight into Serena's eyes...

Scarlet blood streamed down her hand, splattering onto the sterile operating table. "Who are you, and what do you want?!" Sophie's grip tightened around the blood-stained needle as she fixed a wary gaze on the man before her. Her scattered consciousness was fraught with unbearable fear. She wished fervently for the blood to flow faster and purge the injected substance from her veins. "Mr. Carlson doesn't want the child to exist, Ms. Luxford. No need to be afraid. It'll only take a few minutes to resolve this matter." The man's eyes narrowed, and he smirked maliciously as he reached out, intent on subduing Sophie.

Her breathing was uneven, and I could smell the guilt rolling off her. “Ivy Knight,” I called, resting my elbow on the armrest, my fingers curled against my temple as I stared her down. I kept my tone calm. Dangerously calm. “You’re well aware of the crime you’re being charged with, aren’t you? The murder of an unborn heir to the Lycan throne. My pup.” The words barely left my lips before she burst into tears. Pathetic. She wasn’t even trying to hold it together. “My king… please… I didn’t—”

Her delusional state worsened as seconds ticked off. From her position, she had seen a young bloody girl standing in the corner across her. She was dressed in a pink top and princess skirt but her chest appeared a huge hole. A clear indication that her heart is missing. Her blond hair was messy and lots of blood kept on oozing from her temple. It kept on trailing down to her wounded cheeks looking it more creepy!

"Maybe you should apologize to our friend back there." Sophie's hand shot sideways. She grabbed a bottle off the nearest table, cracked it hard against the edge, and pointed the jagged end straight at his face. "Maybe you should back up before I redecorate yours." The leader laughed. Big and careless. He moved closer. Sophie didn't wait. The broken glass caught his arm in one fast clean swipe. A bright red line opened across his skin. Blood dripped onto the floor. His laugh stopped dead. "You crazy little bitch!" He grabbed his arm, staring at the blood with pure shock.

I sai​d softly. “Wait—” S⁠adie r‌esponded⁠,‌ her eyes flicking behind her⁠. I turned to follo‍w her gaz‌e. My heart skipped for a few sec⁠onds. St‍anding i‌n her livin​g room w‍as S​tefan. My Stefan. My past. My mist‌a‌ke. My obsessi⁠on. My unfinished story.

It was a physical assault. Suddenly, the oxygen in the terrace felt like it had been sucked out of the room. A violent, golden spark ignited at the base of her throat, radiating downward until her heart began to hammer against her ribs with terrifying force. Her wolf didn't just stir; it lunged forward, claws metaphorically scraping against her mind, screaming a single, deafening word: MATE. Korven sensed the intrusion. He spun around, blades raised in a defensive arc, his eyes flashing with the amber light of his wolf. He was ready for a threat, ready for a challenge.

Blood seeped through his shirt, dark and terrifying. He coughed, his grip tightening around her wrist. “Sophie…” His voice was weak. Strained. “I think the real killer isn’t Drake or Catherine.” Sophie froze. Lucas’ eyes locked onto hers, something desperate and painful flickering in them. “It’s someone even closer to you.” Her stomach dropped. She already knew. She had heard their conversation. And now, she realized, whoever was behind this wasn’t done with her yet. *** The cold air smelled like smoke and metal. Sophie’s hands were slick with Lucas’ blood as she pressed them against his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. He groaned, his breath ragged.