Ivan Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

Sophia stood by the lake and breating heavily, crying and angry, she stare at the water then the moon that reflected on the water, she pased left to right for some time, then she started shouting and crying " i can't do anything, i can't eat as i like, i can't breath as i like, i can't embrase my self, my true nature, why will i have powers and i cant use them," then she gazed at the moon, why would you give me something i cannot use, tell me why, why, i live my wolf, i love her so much, yet i lock her in this cage, i am tired, mom, dad, why did you leave me when you knew my life was going to end up like this, why would you leave me when you knew that i am going to be in a cage, why would yo

I miss you Mom. Lilly’s POV: Sophia Carter, an 18 year old British model like girl with blonde hair and exquisite features and body, incredibly social and friendly in nature comes into my life stealing my crush, my first love away from me. I loathe her. She makes me self-conscious and I hate it. I am tall and beautiful but there is a softer touch to her than me. I feel rough and belligerent and like a boy compared to her. “I should just go and tell him how I feel about him”

“Luke… he’s been controlling everything about me. Every move I thought was mine… was planned.” Luke’s eyes darkened. “I know. But not anymore. Not tonight.” Suddenly, Adrian appeared behind them, calm, almost serene. “Curious, isn’t it? The puppet finally realizing she’s been dancing to my strings.” Sophia’s chest tightened. Fear, anger, and defiance mingled into one explosive emotion. She squared her shoulders. “I’m not a puppet. I’m Sophia. And I choose who I am.” Luke stepped in front of her, hand on her waist, pulling her close. “And I choose to fight with you,” he whispered. “Every step. No matter what.”

she asked, waggling her eyebrows. Sophia rolled her eyes. "No he's not, and Ivan is not my type, he's too young than I am and I like my type to be older". "Like Mr hot freaking Lennox" she teased and Sophia fought to appear unbothered. "He's not my type. He's a jerk, and yes, I'll be going for this party, because I think there are too many screws on my shoulders that need to be loosened" she said determinedly.

I stated. "Is that meant to be a question?" she smiled. "I'm sorry," I apologized, "If I'm honest, I'm not very good at this," I confessed. "Not too good at what?" she tilted her head slightly. "Talking to people," I clarified. She chuckled slightly before sipping her wine, "You're cute. What's your name?" "I'm Ivy," I replied. "Nice to meet you, Ivy," she extended her right hand to me across the bar top, "My name is Callista. A family name."

“He’s meeting someone high-profile, connected to Lucas’s family.” The TV flickers, a new broadcast cutting in, my mother’s face replaced by a man I don’t recognize, his voice cold: “Sophia, you can’t hide. The truth about your baby, Julian’s revenge it’s all coming out.” My memories surge, a flash of Lucas’s mother, Mara, warning me to stay silent, but Julian’s laptop chimes, a new email from “Lark Secrets” opening to reveal a photo me, pregnant, with a shadowy figure behind me, holding a document marked “Termination.”

The guy was listening intently, so I repeated, "Does he know what kind of female you are?" My voice was louder than before so that he would catch every word. "Does he know that you're a FICKLE, DISLOYAL WHÖRE? I bet he doesn't know you stayed back because of KE-!" "THAT IS ENOUGH, SOPHIE!" "My name's RAVEN!"

My name was Sophie Larkson. In my family, I was the goody-two-shoes my parents adored. At college, I was the innocent and pure campus belle. Nobody knew that in secret, I loved watching videos that made my cheeks flush and my heart race. Whenever I purchased pleasure devices online, I couldn't help but swallow hard and imagine how good it would feel using them. Around guys, I would always find myself getting wet and horny. I had always hidden myself well. Being a model student, I helped my neighbor's son with his studies over the summer break. Little did Mrs. Parker know, her younger son was a voyeur.

Luna was ten months old when she decided to play matchmaker. "Uncle Marcus needs his mate," she announced at breakfast. Marcus, who'd been drinking coffee, choked. "What?" "Your mate. She's coming today. You should wear the blue shirt. She likes blue." "Luna, honey, I don't—" Marcus started. "She's at the border now. With Alpha Regina's group. Her name is Sophie and she has brown hair and green eyes and she's scared because she's omega rank but she's perfect for you."

"I’m waiting." "For Damon?" She laughed softly. She stepped closer, invading my space. She smelled of expensive roses and entitlement. "I’m Lady Sophia. Alpha Daughter of the Southern Isles. I suppose you wouldn't know that. They don't teach pack lineage in the servant's quarters, do they?" My grip on the glass tightened. "News travels fast." "Bad news always does," Sophia drawled. She leaned against the railing next to me, looking down at the crowd. "Everyone is talking about you, you know. The little wolfless stray Damon picked up off the side of the road. It’s quite... charitable of him."