Broken Vow Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

What was she going to say right now? " The wound I gave to you, is it completely healed?" " Almost healed. Not completely at the moment. " Derek stared at her for a while. " Who are you?" Sophia felt a little wave of discomfort sweep through her whole body. It was obvious that Derek had good reasons to ask the questions that he was asking right now. It made no sense that she would just get up from the bed, breaking free from her paralysis . In fact, Derek had a greater reason to be worried. Apart from the fact that Sophia broke free from the paralysis, there was something else that had happened. She roared at him and he became calm. It was a very strange thing. It never happened. It was only

With a soft clink, two dull platinum wedding bands tumbled out. Inside the bands, our initials were still engraved. At that moment, every last bit of strength drained from my body. I lifted a hand to cover my eyes and sobbed. The fifteen-year-old Pierse had made his promise with a heart full of certainty. And the fifteen-year-old Eva was simply happy to believe that the two of them would grow old together. Back then, neither of us knew the truth. When the fifteen-year-old Pierse made that promise, those very words came back like a bullet—hitting the twenty-eight-year-old Pierse right between the eyes.

Sophia whispered, “I’m glad it’s you here. I trust you more than anyone.” Luke’s eyes softened. “I feel the same. Always.” Their lips brushed again, quick, intense a spark of intimacy in the middle of war. It was dangerous, thrilling, and comforting all at once. Sophia finally cornered the mole in a dark corridor. “Stop,” she commanded, weapon drawn. The figure froze, then slowly removed their mask. Sophia’s eyes widened. It was someone she had considered a friend, someone she had relied on. “You… why?” Sophia’s voice trembled with a mix of anger and betrayal.

I cried as l held a jar of my mom's ashes, standing right in front of her grave witg drake and Sophie behind me, mom your child is here to see you,l said dripping, Excuse me Drake said and head off Drake said to watch the sunset with me,this cemetery is a detour,sophie said mockingly, stepping closer to me,l don't know about it and I don't care either l said, drawing closer to my mom's grave with a heart full of pain,sophie dragged my hand as l try kneeling, Am talking to you and you pretend not to hear me,immediately she snatched the jar and smashed it, my mouth wide agasp,my heart shattered,my hands trembling as my eyes furrowed,my eyes darted towards her as l landed her a heavy slap,do yo

The leather creaked under my grip. "The plan wasn't to give you a child, Liam," Sophia said, and now her smile was wide and joyless. "The plan was to give you a war inside your own home. The goal was to make you love a ghost. To tie your heart to a promise, and then reveal that promise as a lie. To make you look at the woman you love and the child you wanted and feel nothing but betrayal and poison. To maker you question every touch, every word, every hope." She was right. She was describing the exact acid now burning through my soul.

“Sofia's not your daughter. Not biologically. And Lady Rosa… she betrayed the Blood Vow. She was consort to a human male. Sofia is a Dhampir.” There it was. The revolution that they had all been waiting for, the one that brought Sofia’s life to a screeching halt in the most unexpected way possible. She couldn't react, she couldn't even think, and even if she had been able to, what the hell was she supposed to say? She was still struggling to process it when her father turned slowly toward her, and she could see the wheels turning behind his steel-gray eyes. She watched as more raw emotion crossed his features than she had seen in her entire life, ranging from confusion to denial to shock, an

Then a feminine voice—sharp and rushed—came through. “Is this Mr. Damon?” “Yes,” I replied, my patience already wearing thin. “Who’s—" “I’m Nurse Sophie. I work at St. Mary’s Hospital." My grip tightened around the phone slightly. “St Mary’s?” “Yes, sir. Your wife was brought in here a while ago,” she said, panic seeping into her voice. “She tried to kill herself.” My heart sank instantly. “What did you say?” I asked again, each word slower than the last.

“Let me make it right this time, I swear I’ll never see Sylvia again. I’ll cut all ties with her. I’ll take care of you. I’ll repay everything I owe you.” Another vow. I thought back to all his vows these three years — “I’ll spend more time with you.” “I won’t neglect you for Sylvia again.” “I’ll cherish our pup.” Every oath, shattered by his own hands. “Chisel,” I said, bitter laughter in my voice, “you’ve sworn so many promises I’ve lost count. Do you really think I still believe you?” “This time I mean it! Leah, believe me!” He was sobbing now, raw with regret.

I smiled, feeling a sense of closure and liberation. “This is it,” I whispered to the empty room. “This is my story. Shattered Vows, but rebuilt life.” Darius leaned over, brushing a kiss against my temple. “And it’s beautiful,” he said softly. “Just like you.” I laughed quietly, the sound full of relief and contentment. “It’s our story too, in a way.” He nodded, holding my hand. “Every part of it. Every scar, every mistake, every triumph. And now… we get to write the next chapters together.”