Sophia Stewart The Third Eye Novels & Stories

If I talk softly to her, maybe she will listen to me. ***** My name is Sophia Stewart, and I am the third child of the Shadow Pack’s Gamma. Elena Lena is the Alpha's most beloved only daughter and my best friend. She lost her mom in the rogue's attack. Everyone in the pack loves her because she is pure and a kind-hearted girl.

" I managed to inquire, and Sophia fixed her gaze on me and smiled eerily. "I'd had enough of Ethan, that nineteen-year-old monster. So, on one of those dreadful nights when he came for me, I had sharpened a piece of wood, patiently awaiting his visit. He assumed it would be business as usual," she began, a chilling smile crossing her face. "He thought it would be just another easy night, but he couldn't have been more wrong. I made sure to take his right eye," she confessed with a malevolent grin, and I couldn't bear to imagine the horrors she had endured.

She murmured, looking at the teacup in her hands absently. "Spit it out and I'll kill whoever dares to make your beautiful eyes having bloodshot like this." Sophia said sensing it was a very bad thing as Stella hardly cried or being weak. Stella who she had known all these years was a beautiful cheerful strong woman, in both physical and mental. Stella couldn't stop her tears now. She let it flood out. Since thing happened she didn't have the time to cry. Her bloodshot in the eyes was from the restless hours and the depressing feeling with the incident.

She was taken in by it so much that she almost walked straight into the individual in charge of this beautiful oasis, her friend, Sophia. Possessing an innate aptitude for botanical magic, delicate Sophia displayed the prodigious potential to ascend to the highest echelons of sorcerous power. Her striking appearance: a cascade of raven hair, sharply truncated by a bold fringe that dramatically framed luminous bright azure almond eyes, that merely hinted at the extraordinary abilities simmering beneath the surface. Among her peers in the Middle, she was undeniably the most gifted, a budding enchantress destined for unparalleled influence in the Upper realms.

Pack members filled the rows behind them, and whispers slithering through the air like restless snakes. I took my place where I always did. Not hidden, but not welcome either. Just visible enough to be judged. My heart would not slow. Each beat slammed against my ribs like it was trying to escape. I pressed my palms together, grounding myself, reminding myself who I was now. Not the silent girl they broke. Not the daughter of a dead tyrant. Sophia Harvey. CEO of Sterling Atelier. A woman who had learned how to survive rooms far colder than this one.

“Within your body flows the blood of three of the most powerful creatures on earth. You are not a werewolf, but a tribrid.” I withdrew my hand from her. I was currently feeling furious at the explanation that came out of Sophia's mouth. Looking at the condition of her house and her poorly maintained form. I'm convinced this woman in front of me is nothing more than a crazy woman who likes to make things up with wild imaginations in her brain. “Thank you for the favor you did me. I'm leaving.” I hurriedly stepped toward the door. Just as my hand was about to reach the doorknob, Sophia held my shoulder.

Sophia's grandfather gave Selena a cold look as her pheromones attacked her. " Oh…" She screamed as her grandfather begged for mercy from Andre. " She has red hair with blue eyes, she has a delicate face like that of omega and is called Sophia if I am not mistaken... What I mean is that she is very young for…" Sophia's grandfather would already be up, not allowing Selena to finish. The other two people looked at him in surprise as he said goodbye to them. He left under their stunned looks while on his side, the man smiled like a demon.

All thanks to a certain insufferable man. Sophia eyes me knowingly. "It's better to tell me who's making you plot someone's murder than to let you sit here and stew in your thoughts." I sigh. She's not wrong. But saying his name out loud will only make it worse. Sophia had returned from her business trip yesterday, and as always, she's effortlessly stunning—golden brown hair styled to perfection, her sharp brown eyes glinting with mischief. She winks at me, the corner of her red lips lifting in a smirk.

Sophia glanced at Tristan and then at Stella, who was sitting opposite him. And then... Finally, her eyes fell on the child sitting next to Stella... Her eyes were full of observation! After seeing Adrian, Sophia's eyes became fixed on the child... Adrian looked at Sophia curiously, and they stared at each other. Stella who was sitting by the side looked back... She thought that Sophia was alone, but she didn't expect that the man would also come here! Sophia's eyes were always fixed on her precious son, which made Stella even more flustered!

she asked curiously. “The ‘third eye’ is the ability to see things ordinary people can’t,” Maxine replied with a mischievous smile, making Shareeza frown. “Don’t joke. There’s no way I love Sir Sebastian,” Thea tried to divert the conversation and refocus on Shareeza.