Sophia Stewart The Third Eye Novels & Stories

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..

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.”

Her eyes were teary for nth time because his empathetic gesture was like a drizzle of rain washing the sorrows that fatigued her body to the brink of wishing death. "Confide to me a secret you won't ever think telling people who know you. C'mon, we're practically strangers." She persisted. He averted look and sighed which meant a big no, apparently. Something must have overtaken him causing the photo to slip his fingers. Thankfully, she was fast enough to catch their valuable keepsake! She turned about to spit fire at him for his carelessness but his obsidian pair of eyes paralyze her body. They bore pain so intense, it lures her into taking half of it to alleviate his suffering...

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.

A woman. Sophia

There stood… SOPHIA

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