Sophia Stewart The Third Eye Novels & Stories

The silence, as our eyes shifted from her retreating figure back to the message, lasted for as long as it took Maya, looming unnoticed behind us, to formulate the perfect accent to the revelation occurring. “‘One plus one equals three’ . . . You are the third, then! We could only hope.”

I needed him to intervene, to maybe offer some solution to this matter. Trevis opened his mouth to speak. But then, Elijah stepped forward, his voice ringing out clearly. “Sophia is actually a professional designer who graduated at the top of her class at the Gold Institute of Art in Paris,” he said to everyone, but most specifically to Morgana. “I hired her for this job…It's not her who can't get over me, it's me who can't get over her.”

My body freezes and tears instantly sting my eyes. I turn slowly on my heels to see Nate hanging in suspense behind Danny and me, Molly providing a guiding hand as she stops him directly behind me.

James regained his senses and asked, “Hmm? What’s wrong?” Sophie said, “I went to study the ancient scripts on the Infinity Stele. Although I couldn’t figure it out, I think my power should be able to trigger it.” A white light flashed in front of James. The white flash fell to the ground, and a beautiful woman in white appeared. It was Sophie. She ordered, “Step back, James.” “Alright.” James quickly stepped away. Sophie floated into the air, and a mysterious symbol and powerful force appeared out of her palm.

"Why is it hurting that much?" Sophia made her composure back; she looked at herself in the mirror with big black-green eyes, beautiful plump lips, honey color skin, straight long hairs. She wore glasses due to her weak eyesight but it suits her personality. Her perfect curvy body with all the lines perfectly sculpted on the perfect places. She was a beauty with some hotness but Sophia was very annoyed with her birthmark. One time in an event in the university astrologers told her that she came into the world for a reason. she will not live long. He told her that she is bound with some supernatural active paranormal thing.

"Styx!" Sophia yelled, barging into Styx's room. Her eyes were red and burning with fury, slowly losing control of her anger. Styx slowly opened his eyes, he stood up from the chair and turned to face Sophia. His eyes were calm and void, patiently waiting for Sophia to speak even though he already knew the reason she was here.

And then I saw her. It was subtle, like a shimmer just beyond the torches. A flicker of white among the trees. I blinked, thinking it a trick of light. But it wasn’t. She stepped into view, her feet bare against the soil, her dress pale and ghostlike. Her hair was longer now, her body thinner, but her eyes — gods, those eyes — they hadn’t changed. Sophia. Alive. Watching us. Watching them. No one else seemed to notice. The crowd was too loud, too lost in joy. But I couldn’t look away. Not as she stared straight through the fire, past the laughter and dancing, her gaze locking onto Xavier.

Sophia’s jaw clenched as she watched another man drop money into Stella’s donation box. But deep down, Sophia knew she was just a whore who happened to look like Alex’s dead wife and was using that resemblance to manipulate everyone around her. Including Alex himself, probably. Sophia had seen the way he looked at her sometimes when he thought no one was watching. Like he was seeing a ghost. Well, Sophia wasn’t about to let some nobody Omega steal what was rightfully hers. She made her way backstage to prepare for her performance, running through her vocal warmups and primping herself before she headed back out. By then, a small crowd had gathered around her stage. Some people were still lin

Next, the world was spinning, and her fingers were clawing into the armrests, trying to anchor herself to reality. Alex stood nearby, tense and still. He hadn’t touched her since the courier delivered the letter. He knew better. He could sense—somehow—that this wasn’t a moment for orders or protection. It was something more fragile than that. Something holy. Something haunted. Sophia finally broke the seal. Inside were three things: 1. A photograph. Blurry, old, but unmistakable—a young Sophia, no more than four years old, held in the arms of a woman with striking silver eyes and a scar that ran from temple to jaw.

Cela just smiled. The viewing starts in a few minutes. Everyone gets ready to take their seats. Almost everyone came except for Nate. Good thing, Lora didn’t tell Cela about her invitation. It was supposed to be a surprise for her but fate surely has a different plan for the night. A mix of emotions sweeps the viewers of the TV adaptation of the book. It’s the last of the three in the series and it’s quite different from the first two stories that were carefully planned.