Novel & Cerita Sophia Stewart The Third Eye

Sapphire asks. Sophia, Marlayna, and my precious jewel have joined us. The other two grab their plates from their husbands. Sapphire kisses my cheek as she takes her plate from my hands and starts loading food on it. I set mine back down knowing that she isn’t going to eat all of what she is piling on her plate. I watch as she moves down the table. I shake my head when she picks up a second plate and starts loading that one with different desserts. “What are you doing?” Sapphire asks.

And then Sophia saw her. A woman in her late sixties sat in a tall chair near the fireplace, dressed in black silk, her silver hair tied neatly behind her head. No jewelry except one ring—dark emerald, heavy, expensive, ancient-looking. But it was not her clothes that unsettled Sophia. It was her eyes. Those eyes looked through people. Measured them. Judged them. Destroyed them quietly. Victor took one slow step forward. “Mother.” Sophia froze. Mother? No. Impossible.

“I’d love to bow down to the new King.” “There would be no ceremony. I love you more than anything in the world.” I replied and embraced her. “Good. I can help you regain your powers Stella.” Sophia stated. “You can channel me. I’m the last living full breed Royal.” “Channel you? Wouldn’t that harm you or the baby?” Arthur asked. “No, it’s just to lift the curse against the wolves I think it would be fine.” Sophia stated. “I remember that you did something like this when I was seven. You channelled me to cast the spell so no one can locate you and Tim.”

The call disconnected afterward and he unlocked the door. ★★★★★★★ "What do you have to say, Sophia?" A woman who was standing in front of the stalker asked. [ NOTE✔: THE STALKER HERE IS THE WOMAN WITH SILVER HAIR AND YELLOW EYES THAT COULD CHANGE AT ANY FREAKING TIME.] "I don't even know how to say this but I believe the Queen is alive." Sophia replied with a down tone. The woman in front of her covered her mouth in surprise, she looked around where she was before turning her focus on Sophia. She was also staring at the woman in another realm that she had summoned. It was like Sophia was talking to someone's hologram.

he started. Because of course he would choose Maya. Of course he would sacrifice anything—his mind, his identity, even his soul—if it meant keeping her alive. But something flickered behind Sovereign’s glowing data streams. A face. A memory. A ghost. Sophia. Her eyes—those gentle, stubborn, too-wise eyes—appeared for a split second inside the holographic interface, as though trapped behind glass. She mouthed a word: No. Then she was gone. Adrian froze.

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT **SOPHIA** Margaret Sterling was nothing like Eleanor. That should have been obvious going in but I'd spent enough time bracing for the worst that the reality of her took adjustment. She was small, quietly dressed, with Alexander's eyes and none of his early coldness. She'd chosen a restaurant in Capitol Hill, not the kind of place Eleanor would have selected, somewhere genuinely good without the performance of prestige. She stood when I arrived and extended her hand and then seemed to reconsider and offered a brief embrace instead, which I accepted.

**Sophia** Fear has a sound. It's not the shriek of terror, a wailing siren, or the sound of bones snapping underfoot. It’s more subtle, more intimate. Like a clock ticking quietly in the background that you only notice when it halts. That was the noise in the safehouse after Bellion slid the image across the table. Phase Zero. Ember. The girl in the picture couldn't have been older than twelve. Barefoot and in an oversized gray shift, her dark, deep-set eyes held a weight... eyes that saw through everything. Eyes that remembered everything they had been forbidden to forget.

"Breathe. Whatever this is, whatever you're afraid of, we'll figure it out. But you have to let people help you." Sophia looked at Anna at her kind eyes, her determined expression, her unwavering loyalty. She thought about Charles, who had told her she was a warrior. She thought about her mother, who had sacrificed everything to protect her. She thought about Martha, who cared for her children like they were her own. She wasn't alone anymore. She had allies. She had friends. She had people who would stand by her. But none of them knew the full truth. None of them knew about the triplets, about Leonardo, about the prison she had barely escaped. And if Bianca was here, if she was watching, it

I smiled brightly at her. Sandra and Cynthia were roaring with laughter as they leaned against the SUV. Evelynn was smiling as she approached us and told Elsie, "Sophia's just messing with you and she knows how to drive, Elsie." "Sophia O’Shea, that wasn't funny." Elsie scolded me, but I noticed she was smiling as she climbed into the back seat.

With that, she starts leaving the scene. Alex looked at Soa and she stared back at him with her big innocent eyes. He blinked. Turning around He ran after Sophia. Soa packed her things to leave, ignoring the things people were saying behind her back... ❥︎ I knew this shameless bi**h had her eyes on Alex all these while ❥︎ Who knows maybe If She wins, she might seduce Alex ❥︎ What of the rest of us..what if we win ❥︎ She's acting all innocent but she's actually a shameless devil...what type of human tells someone to nullify her three year old engagement.. she's just jealous..