Novel & Cerita Ivan Sophie Lark

“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.

If anything, he had reinforced me with the thought that people were not to be trusted. “I have class soon,” I added, starting to gather my things. “I could walk you, maybe?” he offered, too eagerly for my taste. “I’d rather not,” I said with a pleasant smile, and just as I was about to stand, she arrived. “Harper,” Sophia’s voice rang like a chime dipped in sugar. “There you are! Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” She was in a cropped cardigan and that short plaid skirt she wore when she wanted to look both innocent and irresistible. Her eyes darted from me to Lance, and her smile stretched wider.

Sophia had been the shield—a constructed softness, a way to breathe when the air was toxic. ​Now, Viper was the blade: honed, cold, and unforgiving. ​The real Sophia—the woman currently hiding out at Lake Como, who had switched places with her in that crowded Italian café before engineering the warehouse fire—was a complication for later. That version of her was currently scheming her own takeover of the Voss empire from the safety of a peaceful villa, maintaining a performative intimacy with Alex over encrypted lines that Eve knew must feel entirely hollow. Let her play the heiress, Eve thought bitterly. For tonight, the squad and the immediate tactical threat came first.

With one leg forward and hands akimbo she revealed a rather beautiful long leg and emitted a very cold aura. "Derrick, darling, who is she?" asked the lady who glared at Lily. "Ivy, I don't know," replied Derrick. Lily felt embarrassed thinking she hugged someone she didn't know. She stared at the man for a while and bowed her head quickly, saying; "I am sorry, you looked like someone I know. I am sorry," after she turned to leave the coffee shop. The lady pulled her back by her hand before she could do so and without warning gave her two slaps on both cheeks

Sophie laments and tears dripping down from her eyes, "Sophie, it's alright, do you know what you will do" her friend asked, "I will give you two options, first option, you will need to relocate to a place where nobody knows your identity, you will disguise like an impoverished lady, rent a room self-contained apartment, equipped it with just necessities, the second option, you dont need to relocate but will need to change your lifestyle to a wayward lifestyle, you will be going to restaurants alone, go to the party, go to clubs live

Eric nods at her words and says, “Funny, you never came quickly when I call you.” “Oh, that’s different. Sorry dude, but I have more respect for her than I do for you.” She says it while shrugging her shoulders. I smile at the conversation as Eric whitens his eyes. Alec clears his throat as he says, “I don’t think we introduced ourselves properly. I am Prince Alec.” Sofía looks at him and says, “Delighted. I am Sophia Stevens, mastermind of any misdeeds committed in high school.”

Sophie sneered, I rolled my eyes, this is just perfect, just when I thought this day is going to be a peaceful day, I ignored her looking back to the mirror, she walked closer to me with her friend Lily, she blocked my vision so I wasn't facing the mirror anymore, instead I was facing Sophie's face, she was looking at me with a cruel grin, she nodded to Lily giving her the sign to do something, that I wasn't sure what it was. Lily held my head from behind trying to fix my face who was looking at Sophie, she took away my Lipstick and started drawing and writing something on my forehead, "now you look better" she said with a loud and evil laugh, my eyes widened as I saw the big word she just w

The scent of lavender still clung faintly to the curtains, and a stack of old books lay forgotten beneath the bay window seat. Sophie sat down slowly, tucking her knees to her chest, and reached for the top book. It was a journal—one with worn fabric edges and a small silver clasp. She recognized it instantly. Her handwriting inside was looped, impatient, sometimes angry, sometimes dreamy. She flipped through pages filled with poems, questions, dramatic heartbreaks, and lines like: “I want to be seen. Really seen. Not by cameras. Not by strangers. Just by someone who knows how I look when I’m not pretending.”