Sophia Stewart The Third Eye Novels & Stories

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

"I told you it would end last night." "Daniel." Cassie didn't even know where to begin. "Can I please talk with you, in private?" He nodded and followed her back to the house. She poured them both coffees, and they sat at the kitchen table. "How did you know?" Cassie asked point blank. "You already know the answer." He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Yes, I know you have a gift. But how? What is your gift?" "I can see things. A third eye, if you will. I have dreams of the future, and I don't have any control over when or how they come to me, but once I have the dream, I seem to know all the details."

“Yup!” I said. “Just remember you’re undercover.” “Rilea Blueheart and the illusive Magdelana Wolfersham are reporting for duty,” she saluted me through the glowing purple orb. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, weirdo,” I said. “See you then.” Sophia blew me a kiss and the purple orb shimmered down to the size of a bug before whizzing out of the window in the middle of my room. I huffed and threw myself back into my bed. I sniffed my arm pit and cringed. I smelled terrible.

As Sophia thought about that, her expression changed. She thought to herself, 'Even if I fall into hell, I will drag Stella down with me!' Just as Keegan and the major shareholders were at a standoff, Sophia suddenly spoke up loudly. "Everyone, I know who did this today! I know who wanted to smear the image of the Vinci Rivera Group!" Keegan's expression darkened. He said, "Aldor, get her out of here." Sophia had already made up her mind to burn her bridges. "It's Stella! She's the culprit. She put those contents on the USB drive," said Sophia while struggling.

the prof said Sophia went in front and started introducing herself "Hello! I'm Sophia Sandoval. 15 years old. I'm also a wizard." The men's eyes instantly became a heart shape when Sophia smiled. Our new friend is really a goddess. She sit down next to Clyde. Then our prof started discussing. Later on, the bell rang. It means it’s already break time. Soon we were out everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at us and bowed. "All of you are royalties, right?" Sophia suddenly asked "Yes." alexa said

“Your eyes are like that. They’re different in the most wonderful way. And different isn’t bad or abnormal. It just means you’re you. And that’s already pretty amazing.” Sophia didn’t look up right away, but her grip on her knees loosened just a fraction. She peeked at me through the curtain of her dark hair, those striking searching my face like she was trying to decide if I was telling the truth or just saying what adults usually said to make her feel better. Gage crouched down beside me then, giving her plenty of space. “Thea’s right,” he added quietly. “I didn’t mean anything bad by it. I think your eyes are cool. Really cool.”

Sophia POV Despite his charged and imposing aura, I did not bow, for doing so would mean being afraid… I did just the opposite, I looked into his yellow, almost golden eyes, and whatever happens from now on, I cannot be afraid, for that could bring agony and reveal many secrets. “My name is Azrik Ragnharsen, I am the Elder of the Dragons and Judge of the Council of Races.” The voice of this man is hoarse, low, and has a different timbre than I have ever heard, it even has a strange sophisticated touch. “And you, despite your appearance, you don't seem like an innocent and fearful girl, as I was led to believe.” “That girl was called Naomi Blanchet… I am Sophia Turner, the head nurse at Gilli

But there was another set of eyes on me, like dark daggers pointed at my back. Trillium “Lily” James was glaring at me, and unlike the faux meekness of her voice, her eyes were flat, almost dead, like a predator stalking prey.

He stared at me in a daze until I smiled and gently withdrew my hand. I had not even finished delivering my speech when a staff member suddenly rushed in and whispered something to the host. The host quickly approached the mayor, seeking his approval before turning on the big screen. The live feed cut to the rooftop of a building with Susan standing on the edge. "Why didn't you answer my calls, Daniel? Sophia was smiling at you so happily. Have you fallen for her? Why must I go to such extremes just to make you see me?" The cameras turned to Daniel. He stood up, his eyes locked on the screen.

Then back at Eli. "I'm Sophia," she whispered. "I'm the donor." Eli stared at her. "You're not Adrian." "Who's Adrian?" "My brother. Or... someone I thought was my brother." Sophia shook her head. "I don't know any Adrian. I've been here for three years. I haven't seen anyone." Cove stepped forward. "You've been here for three years?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because I'm sick. Like him." She pointed at Eli. "The same disorder. The same curse."