Novel & Cerita Bloody Heart Sophie Lark

"Miss Ryder, I think you need to find somewhere to hide. With everything that's happened, the police are definitely going to come looking for you." Sophie scrambled to her feet in terror. As she ran out, she kept muttering under her breath, "Marcus, is this your revenge? Why is all of this happening?" And honestly? In a way, it probably was my revenge. Though I never could have pulled it off without my clone helping me. Back then, I never imagined that Sophie would become so unhinged. Sophie rushed home. There was still a pool of blood on the floor—the clone's blood. She clutched her mouth and sobbed.

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.

"When did you become like this? You're lucky that Peggy was generous enough to forgive you. I want you to apologize to her immediately!" "I won't apologize to her. If I didn't steal her necklace, why should I take the blame?" I glared at Vernon. He asked when I had changed. Well, I wanted to know when he became someone I no longer knew. Peggy entered the pantry. She filled a paper cup with some hot water and handed it to me. "Avril, have some water and calm down. I know you're holding a grudge against me now, but you shouldn't be so rash next time."

Grayson kicked it open— Sophie sat on a mattress, crying, her hands tied. “Daddy!” she sobbed. Grayson ran to her, his chest breaking open at the word. “I’m here, baby. I’ve got you.” He untied her, tears spilling freely. Elena fell to her knees, clutching her daughter, her soul cracking with emotion. “You’re safe now,” she whispered into her daughter’s hair. Behind them, footsteps approached slowly. Lucian stood in the doorway, a gun in hand, the barrel gleaming under the hallway light.

I choked out while my heart stopped when I finally looked down at the floor near the vault door. Sophie lay in a blood pool. Her beautiful face showed terrifyingly pale skin with her lips painted a deadly bruised blue. The left sleeve of her shirt was blown apart, revealing a massive, blackened entry wound in her shoulder. The black veins of silver poisoning had already begun to spread across her neck which was dangerously near her heart and my mating mark. I dropped to my knees while moving across the blood stained floor to take her lifeless body into my arms. "No, no, my beautiful Luna, stay with me," I begged while my massive hands trembled against her bleeding shoulder. Her skin felt fre

Seraphina shrieked, her face contorting in terror as she saw Sofia’s hands move. Sofia didn't reach for the Dark Heartstone. She reached for herself. She plunged her crystalline fingers into the center of her own chest, right into the fracture she had sustained earlier. The sound was like a mountain splitting apart. Indigo blood sprayed across the obsidian floor, vaporizing instantly into sapphire mist. "Sofia! No!" Nomo screamed, reaching out as the light from her chest became blinding. "I am not... a Sovereign!" Sofia roared, her face twisting in an agony that no goddess should be able to feel. "I am a Montague kitchen maid! And I quit!"

It was ajar again… and she was gone. The blackout deepened, as if someone had cut more than just the overhead emergency light. Even the hum of the servers grew weaker, a strange, unnatural fade. Then the faintest glow appeared across the room—red, small, but moving. A laser dot. It landed on Jax’s chest. Leo didn’t think—he moved. One hand slammed into Jax’s shoulder, shoving him hard to the side just as the muted pfft of another suppressed shot cut through the dark.

Sofia’s small voice snapped. Perplexed, I turned to her. I saw lingering pain in her red eyes. “Sofi...” “I told them to take this away. I told him I don’t want this in my room.” She moved toward the painting. Her intent was clear. I stepped in her way, stopping her. The painting was too beautiful to be destroyed like this. “Move out of my way. Mustapha! Ivanos! Rosetta!” She started shouting their names. Then suddenly, she crumpled. Tears welled and spilled as she buried her face in her hands and wept.

In that heartbeat of opportunity, she dropped to her knees and rolled away from him, her hand finding the knife at her thigh. Jax's rifle barked once, the sound deafening in the enclosed space. The bullet caught Venom in the shoulder, spinning him around and sending his pistol flying across the marble floor. But the Diamondback president was tougher than he looked—instead of going down, he lunged for a backup weapon holstered at his ankle. Raven was faster. The knife left her hand in a perfect arc, burying itself to the hilt in Venom's chest just as his fingers closed around his backup gun. He staggered, looking down at the blade protruding from his body with something like surprise.

Hate how deeply it lives inside me already. Footsteps move outside the bedroom. Heavy. Male. Then the door opens. And there he is. My breath catches instantly. Blood. Everywhere. Not injured blood. Other people’s blood. Dark stains across his black shirt, his hands, his throat. Rain still clings to his hair, droplets sliding slowly down his skin, while his eyes lock onto mine immediately. Everything else disappears from his focus. Just me. The intensity of it nearly steals my breath. Sophia stands slowly. “Well,” she mutters dryly. “That’s horrifying.”