Bloody Heart Sophie Lark นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As we entered into the dimly lit club, I concluded to myself that maybe I do need a little distraction for tonight. Making my way to one of the bar stools, I ordered myself a glass of martini as Andy and Sophie disappeared almost immediately. So much for wanting me to have fun. Sophie worked the night shift at the Rebel Wolves club. While she served, Andy stood at the other end, acting like a protector. This was the kind of love story I envisioned for myself; a love where I finally felt secure, but I guess this kind of love was not reserved for people like me. At least not anymore, I am too broken for any kind of love. As the music blared through the speakers, my phone chimed with a text and

Aurora looked at her with a surprised expression. Sophie replied with a nod expressing yes. She could never forget her after all. “How do you know her?” Aurora wanted credibility of the identity. “She is the one who stole the heart of the man I want…A fucking slut..” Sophie cursed at her with whatever she had in mind. “Now she is with Michael…wow…a bitch in heat.” Sophie found just the right person to abuse verbally to vent her anger. "A dirty bitch." She sneered her heart and face both uglier than than the ugliest thing in the world.

She'd clapped her little hands and shouted, "I want to be a hero too!" I'd felt proud then. Thought he was teaching her kindness. It never once occurred to me—he was priming her. Softening her up. Using her own goodness as the knife to carve her open. I planted myself in the doorway. "I'm not signing anything. No one touches Lily." Liam's composure cracked. His voice rose. "Sophie, keeping her trapped in this—what's the point? Her flesh is rotting from the inside out. Her wolf is devouring whatever sanity she has left. Soon she'll just be a breathing corpse. Is that the life you want for her?"

“Girl, I knew it! I knew the man was naughty. Spill deets later.” She grabbed a rich burgundy set for herself. “This is mine. Or for whoever I want to torture next.” I shook my head at her. “You're hopeless.” “Hopelessly iconic. There’s a difference.” Sophie held up a sheer lace set up and winked. “This one screams,“Take me now, daddy. Don't you think so?” By now, my cheeks were hurting so much. “I'm not trying to give the man a heart attack.” “Oh, please,” Sophie rolled her eyes, throwing the set into my hands. “You owe it to the black card.”

I heard a branch breaking and glanced over to see Sophia standing with an obvious hunter. "Excuse me but you need to draw two more names. The young couple ran off and the government is expecting the delivery of two," she said firmly. Tarkik nodded and handed me back our son as he turned and headed back with the evil bitch. I heard her whine and say she told her father she was going to stay the weekend. "Oh, what joy," my wolf growled and I chuckled. It made her glance back at me and sneer. "I believe that Sophia is more than a wolf. I think she carries banshee blood and has wiped Tarkik's mind. She's acting as if she's the Alpha and ordering him around," Aisha growled softly and I watched in

I promise, but as I move to leave, a shadow shifts outside her window a glint of metal, a familiar silhouette. The window shatters, glass spraying as Nadya leaps through, a gun in one hand, a file marked “Sophia Lark” in the other. “You thought you’d win, Julian?” she sneers, aiming at Sophia’s bed. I dive, shielding Sophia, but a second figure steps through Daniel, his face cold, a detonator in his hand. “This ends my way,” he says, pressing the button, and the room shakes, a hidden charge exploding as the ceiling buckles, trapping us in debris. Sophia’s hand grips mine, her memory flickering, but a scream cuts through Nadya’s or Emily’s, I can’t tell as a new shadow looms, a voice whisperi

Unsuccessfully. I feel that I am being pulled and I struggle against whoever it is. I hook my nails into the hand covering my mouth and force it down, drawing blood. I hear a low sound and do it again. “Be quiet, young lady.” A cold, unfamiliar voice. "Or you will suffer the consequences." - He whispers in my ear.

When I woke up, my body was so sore I couldn't even move in the bed. My eyes roamed around and I realized I was not in my room. I rubbed my eyes hoping I was dreaming, but I was not. My naked body was covered by the blanket, and the sensitive part between my legs was indeed sore and a bit aching. I tried to rise from the bed but only winced when I felt the pain down there. My legs were still cramping and my breasts were a bit stinging, especially my nipples. I pulled the blanket tighter to cover my naked body. A gasp escaped my mouth when I saw the blood stain on the bedsheet — the evidence of what happened last night. Seeing Zeke all in his naked glory sleeping so comfortably in the bed, I

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

It was because there had been even the slightest chance that the child was mine. She wanted to clear every single obstacle standing between her and Zachary. She was disgusted by my very existence. She hated my soul and thought of me as nothing more than trash that had to be taken out. Even my bloodline was something she had to purge, to keep herself "clean." It was absurd. It was despairing. Both feelings tangled together in my mind and dragged me down like heavy water. Zachary was approaching Yvonne with a bouquet of beautiful roses in his hand. The ice-cold fury on her face melted instantly. She became a tearful woman in love, touched by her lover's surprise.