Novel & Cerita Broken Vow Sophie Lark

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

“I have nowhere else! You can’t do this! Please!” Zane moved behind us, looming in the doorway, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but his presence terrifying. “She’s staying gone. Permanently. That’s final.” Sophie’s grip tightened, dragging me along with merciless efficiency. My knees scraped against the hardwood floor. I clawed at her arms, trying to stop her. “No! I’m your cousin! I trusted you! I loved you! You can’t do this! Stop!” “You should’ve thought about that before betraying everyone,” Sophie said, her voice smooth, deadly. “Now, you’re going to leave.”

“She’s still the mother of your boy! Ethan is in that hospital bed, clinging to life. When he wakes, he’ll call for her. You can’t kill her...” Aiden’s roar echoed through the chamber, animalistic, filled with a grief too sharp to contain. His wolf thrashed inside, begging for blood. But Alaric dragged him back, step by step, forcing him out of the chamber. And Sofia… She slumped in her chair, chains rattling weakly. The taste of wolfsbane still burned her tongue. Her lies had been ripped away. The truth bled from her lips. Tears stung her eyes, hot, unstoppable. For the first time, the walls of her lies crumbled. She knew at this moment she was ruined. TBC

“She’s... exhausting.” Anna accepted the cup, the warmth seeping into her palms. “I’m Anna.” Sarah smiled. “I know. You’re kind of famous now.” Anna chuckled weakly. “You don’t strike me as the violent type,” Sarah added, sitting on the edge of the mattress. “I’m not. At least, I thought I wasn’t.” “You’re not,” Sarah said firmly. “You just snapped. It happens to the best of us.” They drank in silence for a while. Then, out of nowhere, Sarah whispered, “I heard you’re here on scholarship. That’s brave. A lot of people here were born with silver spoons… but they look down on anyone who dares to dream without one.”

Pointing at the statue of the Moon Goddess, he said icily, "By the Moon Goddess, I swear to dissolve our mate bond. I reject you as my destined mate. The official papers to revoke your Luna title will arrive soon—and you will sign them." With that, he signaled his guards and strode out of the temple. I froze, trapped in an icy abyss. The guards dragged me away, but beneath the crushing despair, something fierce took root. A cold, burning hatred, crawling up from the depths of my shattered heart, uncoiling like a stubborn vine. From now on, I, Eva Lopez, would no longer live for love. For my pup, for the Silvermoon pack, I would reclaim everything that was rightfully ours.

"Sofie, I have a video. It is real. I Left. If he wants to marry her, then he is going to have to find me and divorce me because he can't marry her if he can't find me. Let's just say my way of pay back for fucking me over just like every other man has in my life." "I'll kill him for you. I know a guy who would help me." I know she was trying to make me laugh but I just couldn't feel it. I was too hurt to find any amusement in any of this. "No. Just don't tell him that you've talked to me."

Sophia asked breathlessly, feeling a strange, intoxicating pull. "I am you, Sophia. I am the part of you that survived the winter. When the revenge is complete, the two embers must become one flame. We should be whole." Outside, the first wail of sirens reached the basement. Sophia looked at the sobbing, broken heap that was Lucas, then felt a searing, pinpoint heat at the corner of her own left eye. She reached up, touching the skin as a faint, red mole began to bloom—the mark of the woman who had died, and the woman who had lived to tell the tale.

“I was scared he’d see me as broken.” “And what’s so terrible about being broken?” Sophie asked softly. “You’re human. You’ve been hurt. That doesn’t make you less. It makes you real.” I wiped my eyes. “You make it sound simple.” “It is,” she said firmly. “Stop punishing yourself for Liam’s betrayal. Stop letting him decide your worth.” The words hit hard. I whispered, “But he’s dragging me into court. He’s dragging my name through mud.” “Then fight,” Sophie said. “Not just with lawyers, but with your voice. Don’t let him rewrite the story.”

Lila The burn in my throat was sharp yet oddly soothing, chasing away the storm of emotions threatening to pull me under. I set the glass down with a shaky sigh, trying to gather the scattered pieces of my resolve. No. I wasn’t going to let my heartbreak win tonight. “You need to get drunk, forget everything, and actually live for once,” Sophia declared, pouring me another drink, her tone as unapologetic as her glossy red lipstick.

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