Ivan Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

It suddenly dawned on me that the thing that was hitting me, was a Rogue and they were just doing Alpha Knox’s dirty work. “Where is she?” I growl into the darkness. “Phin is busy, someone else is bringing you a present.” “Her name isn’t Phin. It’s Sophie with a capital Bitch in front of it.” “You know nothing.” “I know that she is a false witch. Someone who wants to be better, but she was never given the true gift.” His laugh echoes and I hear the creak of a door, followed by Linc’s scent. “Smell him half-breed?”

Their envy kindled towards Sophia when Larry rejected their love advances. Sophia was a reserved girl who kept just a few friends. It came as a shock to many how Larry noticed her. She was the most unlikely girl for Larry's status. Larry loved to flirt a lot with ladies but never committed to anyone until he met Sophia. Sophia automatically turned an enemy to most ladies who had their eyes on Larry. It was an amazing event and Sophia made more enemies by amassing almost all the awards. She was a nerd who loved reading and everyone could attest to that. It was no surprise that she emerged as the overall best student in her class.

Sophia’s 23. I stir my glass of whiskey and recline against the sofa, jaw twitching. Luke: {G****e says she turns 24 on October 24th. Still not a child. Just saying.} Lewis and Barbara are typing now. But another chat message pops up. Garvey: {We’ve arrived} I close the group chat and reply to him immediately. Me: {Get her underground.} I stare as the read receipt turns blue, thinking for a moment before emptying my whiskey glass.

Those who don’t have immortality crave it and those who do have it, resent it. “Sophia! Get ready! You will be late!” A lady screamed, her voice reverberating through every wall in the house. “Arrrghhh! I can’t get any fucking reading done!” Sophia cussed under her breath. Sophia was an aspiring brunette writer in her late teens about to start college. She was a fit lady with shoulder-length hair, she had glasses on with an open book right in front of her. Her room was like the room of any teenager her age, except she had posters of famous gore movies and comics plastered across every corner on her walls, unlike the average teenagers that were all about boys.

Something that made me wonder if they’d been pressuring her to convict me during this witch hunt for my head. "I am Sophie Forrester. I have been Ariadne's attendant for five years now,” she started, her voice shaking a little. “Over these years, I believed Aria to be a sweet girl who had only been dealt misfortune in her life, making it easy for me to treat her as I would my own daughter. I was the one who personally cared for her and consoled her through the many difficult times she faced as our Luna. So, I can confirm that I know her better than anyone else."

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.”

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.”

"How dare you try to tell me what to do? I’m bleeding, broken, and all you care about is ordering me around like trash.” Her fists clenched. “You’ll pay for this.” I stood my ground. I knew I had crossed a line, but I couldn't back down now. I had to fight back. I met her glare with a cold smile. “If anyone should give orders around here, it’s me, Sophie. I’m your Luna.” Sophia's eyes widened in shock. She was speechless for a moment, the surprise was written all over her face, but she was not one to give up without a fight.

she wrote, her grin so wide her teeth gleamed. Sophie, as if eagerly anticipating her message, read it instantly and began recording a voice note. Seconds later, the notification popped up on Isla’s phone. She loaded the message and increased the volume to hear it better. “I’m more excited than you are!” Sophie’s voice rang out. “Baby girl, you get to breathe the same air as Jaxon Waverly! I’d kill to be in your shoes right now. I need a super-hot boss like yours—not one with a protruding belly and a bald head!”

I heard a branch breaking and glanced over to see Sophia standing with an obvious hunter. "Excuse me but you need to draw two more names. The young couple ran off and the government is expecting the delivery of two," she said firmly. Tarkik nodded and handed me back our son as he turned and headed back with the evil bitch. I heard her whine and say she told her father she was going to stay the weekend. "Oh, what joy," my wolf growled and I chuckled. It made her glance back at me and sneer. "I believe that Sophia is more than a wolf. I think she carries banshee blood and has wiped Tarkik's mind. She's acting as if she's the Alpha and ordering him around," Aisha growled softly and I watched in