Novel & Cerita Sophia Stewart The Third Eye

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.

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!

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.