Broken Vow Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

Vivian walked to and fro, her wolf agitated beneath her surface. Her claws seemed on the verge of extending as rage coursed through her veins like a raging fire. She gripped her phone tightly, breathing heavily. The betrayal hurt profoundly, more than any injury she had ever experienced in combat.

"I mean, you guys are here, and we're having fun. Right, girls?" "Absolutely," Sophia said. "No complaints here," Kim added. Trevor smirked. "Guess the party came to us." Sophia clapped her hands together. "Alright, let's keep going." She grabbed the bottle and gave it a sharp spin. Just then, Liam reached down, his arm brushing against my waist as he grabbed a bottle of wine from the floor. The brief contact sent a wave of warmth through me, his touch firm yet effortless. Get a grip, Sara.

Sophie stepped into the room slowly, wrapped in a cashmere robe, barefoot, eyes shadowed but steady. He looked up from the floor, where he’d been staring at the flames. “I thought you’d be at the archive,” he said gently. “I was,” she replied. “Then I realized… I didn’t want to be alone tonight.” He stood, walked toward her, and didn’t ask questions. He just held out his hand. And she took it. They sat together on the rug, close, their bodies touching shoulder to knee. She leaned her head against his. “I feel like I’m losing parts of her,” Sophie whispered. “Every truth I uncover rewrites the woman I buried.”

They both froze at the sight of the two. Suddenly, Sophie felt a lump in her throat. She was unable to speak and breathe. Why did Luke have to appear now when she’s trying so hard to live her life without him? ***

She longed for the chance at motherhood that had been brutally taken from her. Vanessa stood frozen on the roadside, her legs weakened by the grief. She mustered the strength to walk to a nearby private bar, where she ordered a strong drink. As the alcohol flowed down her throat, she let her tears fall, remembering the day the doctor announced her pregnancy. Her joy didn’t even last up to twenty four hours. She felt hatred and anger toward Lucas and Eliana, who had pushed her that fateful night. With every sip, Vanessa's determination grew. She vowed to ruin Lucas and Eliana, to make them pay for their cruel actions. The fire of revenge burned brighter within her, fueling her determination t

“And you think I don’t know that? Do you think I don’t know what it feels like to be betrayed? To have everything you believe in turned upside down?” Sophie’s eyes filled with regret, but Damon couldn’t bring himself to care. “I’m sorry, Damon,” she whispered. “But I had to do what I thought was best.” He laughed bitterly. “Best? You’ve been playing both sides. You’ve been feeding information to the enemy. How is that ‘best’? How could you do this to me?” “I never wanted to hurt you,” Sophie repeated, her voice quiet. “But the truth is, I’ve been working for them longer than I’ve been working with you. It’s just that… I started to believe in what you’re fighting for. I started to care about

she inquired, her hand inching closer to my face in an attempt to bring me back to reality. In that instant, I seized her hand, gripping it firmly, and blurted out, "Jake is planning a revolution. He's recruiting members of our pack, including myself. He aims to overthrow Marcus. You must take action. You have to inform Marcus immediately." Sophia's eyes filled with tears as I revealed the truth to her. It was undoubtedly difficult for her to accept, especially considering her close relationship with Jake. I could see the turmoil in her expression, but I remained resolute. For the first time, tears welled up in my own eyes, a testament to the seriousness of the situation. I knew my appearanc

It suddenly dawned on me that the thing that was hitting me, was a Rogue and they were just doing Alpha Knox’s dirty work. “Where is she?” I growl into the darkness. “Phin is busy, someone else is bringing you a present.” “Her name isn’t Phin. It’s Sophie with a capital Bitch in front of it.” “You know nothing.” “I know that she is a false witch. Someone who wants to be better, but she was never given the true gift.” His laugh echoes and I hear the creak of a door, followed by Linc’s scent. “Smell him half-breed?”