روايات وقصص ضمن Bloody Heart Sophie Lark

He slashed through my chest and I could feel the excruciating pain as blood oozed out of my body. Another slash will end it for me, I knew it and he wasn't even going to hesitate. Just like a miracle, I saw a black wolf with shimmering blue eyes which put me in a daze. With majestic strides and charisma, the wolf hopped onto a branch and then pounced on Dylan. The weight of the two wolves on me knocked me out instantly. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ CHECKMATE's POV I stood before the mirror in my room, looking intently at my reflection. My hands lingered around the spot on my chest where the spear had gone through.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

Her nails dug into her palms with every thought that festered in her mind. I’ll ruin you. Just wait. Let’s see if you’ll still look so proud when I’m done. Smiling ingratiatingly, Sophia Clock turned to the director, Mr. Luke Wyatt. “Mr. Luke, this is the gift my miss prepared for you,” she said, pointing at Lynette. “In return, my miss wants the lead role in your movie [Where Stardom Bleeds].” When Luke Wyatt heard this, he smiled happily and nodded. “Nice… nice ,I like your gift. Tell Miss Salmon that the lead role belongs to her. And since I’m very pleased with this beautiful present she has given me, I’ll make sure she gets even more screen time in the movie. Hahaha.”

She pushed the rickety door open and hopped down. Her boots crunched leaves along the dirt track. She couldn’t see anyone. The silence drove her mad. She stepped closer. Blood. So much blood. Its metallic stench filled her lungs until she gagged. Her vision blurred. What? What was this? Her wolf whimpered. A guttural scream escaped her chest, piercing through the silence of the quarry. The veins in her neck bulged. Her snowy skin diffused in crimson. Her voice reverberated against the hollow quarry walls.

Jude I wake up to the unsettling warmth of another body beside me. My chest tightens as I slowly turn my head. There she is. A woman. Lying peacefully on my bed as if she belongs there. Her dark hair spills over my pillow, her breathing steady, her lips slightly curved in satisfaction. For a brief, desperate moment, I pray I am imagining things. That I am still caught in some nightmare. But as the fog of sleep lifts, everything from last night comes crashing back, shattering any illusion of innocence.

They wanted people that were pure of heart and with no sexual sin, preferably a virgin. “I have to do what I have to do and I have to do it tonight” ********************************** Harley, Lucas and Roman all stood in the living room in troubled states as they watched Sophie’s lifeless body on the couch. She was covered in dirt and gunshot holes on her top, her fingernails were covered in dirt too like she had been digging but that wasn’t bothering them at all because she wasn’t breathing. “I can’t even get a single pulse from her talk less of hearing her heart beat” Lucas said as he folded his arms while leaning his back on the wall

He hummed softly. "I am Lara Bloemfield from my father's family, I love food and hate people who lie the most. To be honest, I was betrayed by my family. That's why I moved here, I am really glad I met you, Kyson Blackson. You are my light illuminating the darkness enveloping my whole being." At least for now before you return to your shell.

There was also the matter of the bright red hair that was found in my Sophie’s chest, trapped between the knife and her torn heart. The one that had snapped from the mistress’s hair when she pushed her blade through Sophie’s chest. Alfred Ahmed might have pushed Sophie, but it was Carla’s own blade that finished her off from below. “It all makes sense now sweetie, I've been blind, so horribly blind-” I murmured, and then I felt it. The lick of fear that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand. As if someone was watching me. I whirled around fast, like lightning, my heart almost leaving me when I saw the shadow of a cloaked beast in the darkness, a few good feet away from me.

“I have a duty.” Beta Kingsley studied her, eyes narrowing. “You’re also my daughter.” Sophie exhaled. “Would you tell me if I was a match?” “I’d beg you to think carefully.” He reached for her hand, callused fingers warm. But Sophie pulled back. That night, alone in her chambers, she lit a candle and removed her blouse. She stared at the faded surgical scar on her flank. Long. Jagged. Still tender in the cold. Three years ago. The same day Dylan fell from the cliff.

"Sweetie, don't read my mind for the sake of your heart. Shit is too dark. It will taint yours. I will gladly tell you so that your princess and the mugblood will hear it too. "Okay," she nodded and swiped a hand quickly on her face smearing the tears that were blurring her sight. While I was in Mexico, I met and fell in love with a woman. We dated for 7 years and finally married. Then one day, she came back to me, sick. I loved her beyond words and wanted to heal her without turning her into a mugblood. She only told me she was sick, but not to what extent. I waited, tried to drain the sickness from her blood and aspec of it got into my blood stream. It happened that she had cancer. Cancer