Broken Vow Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

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.

It so often happened that what was seen in one guise was more acutely experienced in another. Lark and Sarah are assigned to help Simon prepare a restorative potion for the cubs. Their bones will hurt mercilessly at first. And Lark and Sarah, as a rule, gave themselves completely to the affairs of the pack. But not today. Today, they gave all the attention to Morgan.

“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.

she gritted out and I had enough and started to squeeze her neck and that is when she started to claw at my arm and before I could apply any more pressure I was shoved away and the motion made her fall to the ground but Luca was helping her up. "Enough. We don't know why she left, and we honestly don't have time to worry about that. Luca said “She was a gold-digging bitch. I tried to tell you that and now she is gone with your money." Asher said and I don’t know when the fuck he got in here but now it was a fucking party. I could see the look in Sophie’s eyes. She was ready to attack him. Luca saw it too and he grabbed her arm and made sure she stayed put.

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 stared at the file, a war between fury and fatigue rising in me. “She didn’t just steal my husband. She stole my peace.” Lucas nodded. “Then take it back.” That night, I sat on my balcony, stars scattered across the sky like secrets. Sophie Lane had disappeared. But not for long. This wasn’t about revenge anymore. It was about closure. About justice. About ensuring no one else got hurt the way I did. Because in the end, Shattered Vows wasn’t just the title of my story. It was a warning.

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