Novel & Cerita Ivan Sophie Lark

What is the worst that could happen? Every cheerleader here seemed to radiate confidence laughter, chatter, tossing their hair without a care, bouncing on the balls of their feet. And then there was me, Sophie Hart, trying desperately not to betray the chaos of my life at home behind a carefully practiced smile. “Hey! You must be Sophie!” a cheerful voice called. I turned and saw a girl with braided pigtails and an oversized bow that probably had its own zip code. “I’m Lila. Don’t worry, we’re all super nice. You’re gonna love it here.”

The SoHo café smelled of buttery croissants and freshly brewed coffee, bustling with artists and writers Luna would sneer at as "common." Sophia sat in a corner booth, hidden by lush potted ferns, her grip tight on the briefcase locked beside her ankle. She’d swapped her power blazer for a soft, oversized cardigan, her hair loose and framing her face—carefully playing the part of a desperate wife, not the ruthless strategist she had become.

“They give everything ‘cause they’ve got nothing else, except maybe some terrible poetry with your name awkwardly rhymed in. Tell me, how does anyone rhyme Sophie with trophy” “Truly poetic genius,” I’d teased back, laughing along with her. Sophie was a straight-A student who could party harder than anyone I knew, and it fascinated me. She had this effortless confidence—boys flocked to her, and she reveled in their attention. Meanwhile, I stayed in the shadows, quietly watching her soak up the spotlight even though sometimes - I wished it was me. I wanted to stop being the friend in the background and grab the bull by the horns once in my life.

Grayson POV Sophia was so mad. I could see she was trying her best to hold back. "Layla get Noah out of here now!" She said with finality. Layla grabbed the little boys hand and moved out of the kitchen. "Listen here bitch, I couldn't care less what you do with my supposed mates, but if you ever dare to talk or look at my brother like you just did , I'll hurt you so bad even your wolf won't know who you are!" Sophia said in a deadly voice. Sarah looked taken back. Most people would never dare to talk to her like this, a specially not a human. It made me proud to see my mate stand up for herself. 'No, she can't be your mate. Sarah will be Luna.' I tell myself and my wolf gives me a low growl.

When I raised my face, I found a super angry Livie, I shouldn’t have opened my mouth and said those things. “Mark, listen, I never...” I noticed that she was looking for the right words “I’d never tell anyone something so important and less to those conceited ones who think they are superior to the rest, everything has to be a mistake, so.…” I could see from Livie's face that she knew what the mistake had been “NOOOOO!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, "those bitches will see me on Monday! You’ll see! I'm going to kill them, I'll...”

Lars and Len were none the wiser about Tirana's interaction with Claros and they took their seats again, continuing their wait. By noon, two more Scions had come. Lars felt their presence when they entered the Lyme Belle and found theirs were more subdued than the others who had arrived. One was a girl in magenta blazer with airy aura that was similar, but substantially more defined than mundane people. The other was a tall young man with honey colored hair, calm as serene lake, and he was standing quite awkwardly with feet a bit too close together. "Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Sophia Nevrakis, from Castor - Pollux," the girl said.

Sophie’s lips were pulled into a tight lipped smile as she sat opposite Cassie who couldn’t help but blush shyly “Only someone important to me that you’d meet later” Cassie leaned in and Sophie cupped her face as she pulled her into a quick kiss Sophie attends black hills high school just like Harley, she isn’t exactly a popular or cool kid and neither was she the nerdy type either. She is more or less like the jock/sporty type since she’s on the girl’s track team and she is one of their best athletes

Location: Silver Croft Avenue, Blackwood City, Pearl Coast. Sophia, a stunning 28-year-old woman with an olive skin tone and a flair for fashion, paces around her father's opulent living room, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor. Sophia, popularly called Sophiee by her two bosom friends, holds the phone close to her straight hair, which falls just below her chin. She is styled in a chic, bouncy bob with a side part that adds to her effortless charm.

Sophia asked, oblivious of how flustered I was. Sophia is in her early twenties with striking features. She has a straight nose, an oval-shaped face, fair skin, and a beauty mark on the right side of her nose, thick dark glossy hair pin straight cascading down her waist like a waterfall, she dyed the tip blonde to indicate a bet she lost to Theo. Her almond-shaped eyes and very dark brown eyes held confidence and shone with mischief, she always stood tall at 5'6. "With your parents." I managed to respond.

Some with barely concealed doubt. I stand there feeling completely out of my depth. A woman steps forward from the crowd. Mid-thirties. Strong build. Dark hair pulled back in a tight braid. She stops three feet away and studies me with sharp brown eyes. "Luna," she says. Not warm. Not cold. Testing. "That's me." I manage a smile. "Still getting used to it." "I'm Sophia. Liam's Gamma. I run logistics and pack resources." She extends her hand. I shake it. Her grip is firm.