Novel & Cerita Sophia Stewart The Third Eye

The pictures were clear shots of the same woman with amazing jet-black hair and a pair of exquisite eyes. Sophia grabbed the pictures in her trembling hands. Philip leaned closer so he could see the two photographs. One look at the photographs and Sophia's emotions took her by storm. She burst into tears. “It's Lilibeth,” she whimpered as she stared at the woman with bright phoenix eyes. “She looks like a replica of her mother,” Philip whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “Her eyes, too, are exactly like her mother’s.” He added.

I watch Sophia settle into the chair across from me, her movements cautious as if she expects a trap. The firelight catches in her auburn hair, turning it to liquid copper, a sight that makes Conri stir appreciatively in my mind. Her shoulders remain tense, her guard still firmly in place despite the tentative truce between us. She rubs her eyes with the heels of her palms, a gesture so unguarded it seems at odds with her careful composure. When she lowers her hands, those intelligent hazel eyes fix on mine with a directness that few wolves would dare.

He yells again, pressing Sophia's neck so aggressively. Balls of tears falls down Sophia's eyes, as she feels her soul slowly leaving her body. Sophia's leg slowly raised up from the ground and her eyes slowly began to close.

Marcus, standing guard near Sarah, turned with a frown. "We have company." From the thinning mist ahead, a figure emerged. She was alone, but the darkness around her made her presence feel like an approaching army. Her hair shimmered like black silk, her skin pale as moonlight, and her eyes—those cold, unblinking eyes—glowed with unnatural power. "No," Emma whispered. "It can’t be." "Sophia?" Steve stepped forward in disbelief. "You were dead." Sophia smiled—a slow, venomous curve of her lips. "So were you, once."

Sophia asked Evely who seemed lost in thought. "That reminds me.. my eyes are on you today, "Sophia said to Evely looking back from her makeup mirror. She signals her two fingers eye to eye. "What about tomorrow? Next tomorrow?.. The celebration is for three days ... are you gonna be watching me and not celebrating?" Evely teased breaking out from her sad Zone. "Eve! I am warning you. Don't you dare have a one-night stand with any scumberg!" Sophia burst. "My eyes are on you. Don't try any funny moves."

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

"Besides, someone might hear you. It's a shame it might get to Diego." "Chill, girl! That's just a theory." "So? All right, continue with your 'what if'." "Okay!" Stephen sighed and then propped both elbows on the table and lowered himself. "What if Diego pursues you? What about Third?" Shen's eyes narrowed at what her friend said. Then she didn't know whether to laugh or be irritated with him. "What kind of theory is that? And you're now mentioning someone who's not here." "That's why it's called a theory!" Stephen snapped. "You know what, sometimes you're really useless to talk to. But in fairness it looks like Third's gifts will be coming again." He even giggled while opening the chocolat

Her heart pounded in her chest. Elena wasn’t just attacking Adrian’s business partners. She was taking control of everything around him. Sophia walked to the window, staring down at the city streets below. Her reflection stared back at her in the glass. For the first time in three years, fear crept into her chest. Because she suddenly realized something terrifying. Elena hadn’t come back just to compete. She had come back to take everything.

The second it opened, the spell broke completely. Sophia stood in the hallway in a pale silk robe, hair artfully mussed, one hand pressed to her side like she might collapse at any second. Her eyes were red-rimmed, cheeks flushed in that perfect “I’ve been crying but still look beautiful” way only she seemed to master. She looked past Ethan—straight at me—still in bed, sheet clutched to my chest. Her expression flickered. Just for a heartbeat. Something sharp and satisfied flashed behind the tears before she buried it again.

I collapsed forward on the bed, clutching my heart as tears soaked the sheets. “Theo!” The door burst open. Theo stood frozen in the doorway. His eyes glowed—silver, fierce, and terrifyingly familiar. The same eyes from the throne room. From the prophecy. And in that moment, Sofia knew with bone-deep certainty— The future had already begun.