Sophia Stewart The Third Eye Novels & Stories

"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

"You will undo everything you've done to yourself, Sophia. Or so help me, if you go feral, I will kill you with my bare hands" ******************************************

For a heartbeat that felt like an eternity, their eyes locked. Sophia didn't look angry. She didn't look triumphant. She looked at Luna with the clinical, detached indifference of a scientist observing a dying specimen in a glass jar. A faint, razor-thin smile touched Sophia’s lips—a silent acknowledgment of the natural order—before she turned back to the flashbulbs of the cameras. Inside the store, Luna let out a choked, ragged breath, her fingers tightening on a rusted pipe until the sharp edges drew blood. "The show is just beginning," Sophia whispered to herself, the cold Ohio air feeling like a victory as she stepped into the warmth of the hotel.

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.

I whispered, standing firmly on my feet. “Because she is the goddess of Chaos, this is Eris,” Stefan growled, removing his grip from her throat, not breaking the gaze. “Wait— so are you tell me, the stories our mother told us, are true?” Damon uttered. “I think it's more than that,” Stefan muttered, still staring into the goddess's eyes, “I think they knew each other,” “Yes I did, and I knew Lilith II, I also knew the first and it's an honor to meet the third,” she smiled, staring at me.

She has broad and infectious, revealing a natural warmth that is mirrored in her expressive, dark eyes. “I'm sofia,” Sofia introduced herself next, with a slur in her tone. Sofia is a stunning Mexican woman with a captivating, curvy figure. She has rich, olive-toned skin that's smooth and luminous. She had dark, expressive eyes and a cascade of glossy, raven hair that completed her striking look. "I'm Stella," I said softly, offering a small smile to the four women. "It's nice to meet all of you. If you don't mind me asking, how did you all start working here?" I asked, looking at no one in particular.

"I mean I have already seen your body this afternoon. So I was thinking of helping you open your third eye since you really want to learn Mind's Eye so badly." Sofia was stunned by the question. It turned out Severin wanted to open her third eye. Guessed she had misunderstood him again. 'Oh, god! I wonder what would he think if he knew what I was thinking just now,' Sofia thought to herself. Then she gave Severin a smile and said, "Alright. Let's do it tonight. This cave is quite hidden but I'm still afraid that someone or some enchanted beast might barged in. It's still fine if it is an enchanted beast. But how awful it would be if it was a man?"

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

the highest number yet. Sophia stood at the center of the altar, her full breasts heavy and glistening, warm milk already beading at her stiff nipples and sliding in slow, shiny trails down the undersides. Aurora pressed tightly against her, their oiled bodies sliding together with a soft, wet friction. Sophia could feel her little sister’s racing heartbeat against her own skin. Sophia looked straight into the camera, voice low and smoky. “You’ve seen our secrets. Now watch us live them.” The ritual ignited with raw, vivid hunger.

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.