Novel & Cerita Stolen Heir Sophie Lark

"Am I? What about when I won first place in the regional track meet? Everyone else's parents were there, cheering. You told me you were too busy with Roxy's dress fitting for the spring formal." Each memory rises like bile in my throat, bitter and burning. Years of slights, of dismissals, of being made to feel less than. Small cuts that accumulated into a wound that never healed. Lolita's eyes narrow. "You are making a scene." "You are right, I am," I agree, my voice still rising. "For once in my life, I am not being the quiet, obedient daughter who takes whatever scraps of attention you deign to throw her way." I bit back a tear. "A real mother," I continue, feeling stronger with each word,

“You think you’re the only one who has to deal with this? This isn’t some dream come true. It’s a nightmare.” I stepped forward, leaning in close, lowering my voice even further, knowing I was pushing her to the edge. “You’re not going to trap me with a kid. I won’t let you. If you want this to end, you’ll take them.” Her breathing hitched, but she didn’t back down. “No,” she whispered, voice cracking with defiance. “I won’t do it. I want this baby, Nicole. I want us to be a family.” I sneered at her words. Family? This wasn’t a family. This was a prison.

The words echo silently in my head. I'm so sorry. I force myself to keep moving. My parents' house sits only a few streets from the pack house, and before long I find myself crouched beneath my bedroom window. Their car. Why is it here? They should both be working. For one terrifying moment I consider turning around. No. I don't have time. I quietly lift the window. Thankfully, the broken latch still hasn't been repaired. Years ago Lyall broke it sneaking into my room. I never told my parents because I secretly loved that he could climb in whenever he wanted.

“What is your crime? I already know your name is Sophie,” Leah asked and Sophie wondered if she could be honest with her, she did bring her food and was one of the few people that have been nice to her so far, both she and the good old lady were the only people who have been nice to her. “I didn’t commit any crime, I lost something precious, they think I stole it but I didn’t,” She explained. “You worked for an influential family?” “Yes, I worked as a palace maid,”

I wasn't who he thought I was, I was the hacker,and I had married him only to use him as a means to an end, that I didn't know. But one thing was certain, just as Reece had said there was no going back from here, he wasn't mine to take but I took him. Even his mark it wasn't mine to claim but I claimed it. Any normal person would have felt guilty for kidnapping his bride and claiming his mark which was meant to be hers. But not me, I wasn't normal; I was Sophie and everything about me was fucken complicated.

“Alas… Our family may not be able to rise again.” Sophie’s beautiful eyebrows were tightly knitted. She clenched her mouthful of white teeth and said resolutely, “No way! We must help Dad take back his position as the heir of the family!” Jaime blurted, “How?” Sophie said in a cold voice, “You’ll see. Let’s go to Aurous Hill with Mom tomorrow and stay away from this mess for a while. I have my own way to help Dad get everything back!”

And the lullaby—her mother’s lullaby—on her lips, barely audible over the storm. Sophie ran her fingers over the grooves. “Maybe… he’ll remember.” She spent three days sneaking out, trading what remained of her dowry—rings, silks—for restoration work at a hidden craftsman’s hut. “He’ll know it wasn’t her,” she whispered, watching the repaired vinyl spin slowly under firelight. “He has to.” --- At the same time, Dylan strolled through the open-air market with Fiona on his arm. “This one?” he asked, holding up a moonstone pendant.

Anything Sophie liked or had, she would take—including Henry. So what if Sophie had Henry's blood? She could not win against Rory at all. And seeing that Tina picked up that doll, Rory knew that she was buying it for Sophie and did not hesitate to go up and snatch it away.

“You are to never hurt another werewolf. I, Sophie Sol, daughter of Sabrina Sol and Sedit Zenith, command you to peace.” “Nooo,” Sedit screams as he chokes on the blood. The dragon settles on the back porch, submitting to Sophie. She stalks over to me and Sedit. “Yes, I am your only heir. Accepted by the moon and mated to a Beta werewolf.” She kneels beside him. “Daughter of an Alpha. Thanks for the dragon. My children will have fun keeping him as a pet.” Sedit tries to speak again but can’t. He has lost too much blood. Sophie stands, keeping away from his blood.