Grimstone Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

Trent and Sophie. Sophie is in sunglasses, the wind breaking through her hair as she walks in a pair of grey sweatpants. Trent's gaze is fixed on me, a smirk on his face. Maybe Russia was not a good idea after all... ^^^^

I had no idea there was a son from Kenneth Parker’s first marriage. Lucas seems kind at first glance, but I feel like I need to be careful around him. People like that, the clever ones, might see through things right away. But it’ll be fine. Sophie said she erased all the evidence perfectly. --- Just from reading the diary entry she had likely written yesterday, I could tell how deeply Grace worshipped Sophie, and how much she looked down on me. “She wrote that Sophie reduced her debt,” I said. Lucas answered, “Sophie is probably at the top of Salon de Orchid. Whether that means as a prostitute, or whether she’s more deeply involved in running or managing the place, I don’t know. But otherwi

The air smelled of ash, pine, and something older—like forgotten magic straining to remember itself. A low growl rumbled to their left. Nyma's body went tense. Her wolf surged under her skin, snarling. Sophie didn't flinch. She rolled down her window and flicked her fingers in a lazy, universal sign: peace. From the trees, a massive shadow stepped into the clearing. The wolf was black as tar, with pale silver scars webbing its flank. Its eyes were not golden like most wolves—but green. Vivid, unnatural. Witch-marked.

As they moved past, Miranda whispered, "That is Jerome’s grandson. Years ago, Jerome’s youngest daughter—Sophia—fell for a low-ranked rogue with no spirit. Jerome exiled her for the betrayal of the bloodline. But when the rogue died in a border skirmish, Sophia crawled back with Boris in tow, playing the grieving daughter to reclaim her inheritance. Jerome, in his age, has allowed the 'prodigal' to return, and now Boris acts as if he owns the guild." Avery caught a glimpse of Sophia standing in the shadows—a petite, fragile-looking wolf whose eyes held a sharp, calculating glint. Avery felt a shiver of unease. If Sophia truly loved her father, why had she waited until his life-force was flic

She looked over at Julian whose brown eyes were watching me carefully like a hawk eyeing their prey. Sophie was dressed in a pitch-black cloak that covered her completely, however, underneath that cloak, I could see that she was in fact wearing jeans and T-shirt, of the same color of her cloak. The cloak also covered her hair, but I could see, little, tiny dead end of her brown hair sticking out. Her green eyes piercing the darkness. I watched as a dark, thick colored, smokey tendril came out from Julian's palm and slowly started wrapping itself around and crushing my midsection. I struggled with everything I had to break free, yet my mother's hold was strong.

“She will surprise you. I will leave all the details up to you guys to organize before dinner, OK? Just let her be, honey. She has been through so much and she isn't used to having people care about her. Remember, if we push her too much, she might run.” Mom suggested. She cut off the link after she said that which had me thinking was I pushing her too much already? Maybe she really wasn't ready to be marked yet?. I noticed Sophia had been silent since I had gotten back, but there was nothing coming through the mate bond either. I know we hadn’t talked about what happened yet or that fact that Bria looked amazing in her new form. You would have seen nothing like it in your life. I remembered

"You might be right about that." Her lips curled up in a smug smile before she turned her full attention to me. “Hi, I'm Tiffany. Tiffany winner. " "Grace." I turned around until I was face to face with her. Immediately her smile slipped a little. Well, the memory of my childhood, a long scar that ran across my mouth to my chin, she had apparently not noticed before. “Maybe we should all pull paper bags over our heads. After all, nobody here wants to sully your sensitive sensitivity to aesthetics. "

Stormie nodded and just smiled as the girls led us into the small room. Once everyone was situated in the room Stormie made introductions. Sophie was a wolf and Addie was a witch. I could feel the girls appraising my with their eyes. I was used to this and just stood patiently until a growl began in the room. I looked over to Stormie who began coughing a blush quickly creeping up her face. Ah so my little wolf was jealous. I winked at her and took that moment to pull the large brown envelope from my bag, tossing it to the girls.

I could see it in their eyes. Lia walked in almost immediately, panting heavily as she slammed the door behind her. “Is it true?” she asked. I narrowed my eyes. “What are you talking about?” “Is it true that Grim is your mate?” She asked. “Sadly yes,” I sighed as I dropped on the bed. “Sadly? Are you trying to tell me that you are sad because Grim is your mate? You should be happy, Liv. We won; with Grim as your mate, no one can harm you or me,” she said, her voice higher than normal with excitement.

He began to pull back, but his toe snagged on a hanging stone. The scrape echoed. In the room, Jamie cut short speaking. "Did you hear that?" Lark pressed himself against the wall and held his breath. "Check outside," the woman snarled. Footsteps approached the door. Lark stood in the dark. His heart was racing. **** In the Greyer Pack, Cassie sat on the ground among the shattered stones. Her hair was in a mess and her eyes swollen. She held the map Lucas had shown her months ago. It was now creased and worn, but she still read the words "A.A."