Stolen Heir Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

Sophie, at one point, was tempted to ask whose fault that was but decided it was better to let her aunt have the last laugh rather than drag this out longer than they both wanted. After the loud bickering and the passing of the storm—again, Rhys’ thoughts—Rhys decided to go through Sophie’s note book again. It had been so long since he had a glimpse into her past. He stole the book from Sophie’s room—she had taken it back sometime ago without his knowledge—and retired to his room and sunk into bed.

daren said staring at her, her face changed and at once it went back to her curious look, she definitely knew, "Sigil of house horak, thought to be wiped out in the war with marxis" daren whispered, She sat up and sat on her chair looking at daren squarely in the eye, gripping her napkin harder, "Who are you?!" Her voice relayed releasing agitation, Daren raised my hands in peace, "A comrade, I'm surprised you don't recognise my tattoo" he said, "I did, I just chose to believe ze tejels were gone" she said looking squarely at him,

she said dismissively. "Hold on! What do you mean you're not doing paychecks anymore?" "I'm ready to join you" "What? Stop playing with me" Olivia says chuckling. It was no news that Olivia was into the business of trading her body for money. That was the only way that she could afford to own a big house in the city and a Porsche truck. "Olivia, I'm not. That weird lady humiliated me and everything I live for, simply because I worked as a janitor. I'm tired of all that shit"

" She's pregnant, Dylan. You know she is. She's carrying... The heir to the crown. Your future Sultan." Hamish turned his back on his friend to refill his glass. He really was cursed. It was certain that the gods had a grudge against him... His situation was really shitty... He had spent a magical and truly intense night with her. But when he woke up, she was gone. He should have taken her flight as a sign of destiny... However, he was impressed by her sweetness and innocence and even felt guilty about what had happened between them...

I felt like the ground beneath me was about to give way. victor raises a brow. "apologize for killing the holloways" Xander growled, even though Victor had a hand in the fire Xander's family were in why is he asking him to apologize for what he did to mine instead? Victor sneered, turning his attention to me. "Apologize? For what? Clearing obstacles in my way? Hardly." His sharp gaze raked over me, and his grin widened. "Ah, now it all makes sense. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it? You were their little treasure they hid from me, weren’t you?"

“That’s how I stayed hidden. This ring has a tracker. I only activated it when I knew it was time.” Julian stared at the small piece of metal like it was a weapon. “Everything you’re doing.” Making a gesture in the air. “It’s dangerous,” she said. “But now… now we fight together.” Julian closed the folder. “Then let’s start by cleaning our house.” — Elsewhere – Geneva Aiden sat in the café across from the lab, the hard drive burning a hole in his bag. His father had disappeared after handing it over, melting back into the shadows like he’d never existed.

I forced a polite smile. “Well,” Chris said, already distracted again, “we should circulate.” “Yes,” I agreed, my voice steadier than I felt. As Chris guided me away, I did not look back. I didn’t need to. Sebastian Cross had already embedded himself somewhere deep beneath my skin. That night, long after the gala ended, long after Chris fell asleep beside me, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. My body still hummed with the memory of his voice, his gaze, the way he had seen through me without asking permission.

"You have no right to be here." "Right?" He laughed, but there was no warmth in it. "I have every right. You’re my daughter – the last of the Arzeus line. And this boy" – he gestured to Clyde – "is the only heir to a fortune worth billions. He doesn’t belong here, playing in dirt with wooden toys." Clyde hid his face in Katya’s side, clutching his latest carving – a small jaguar he’d been working on for days. "He belongs with me," Katya said firmly. "Where he’s safe, where he can be a child."

She paused, glanced once at the camera then moved. “She had clearance?” I asked. “Yes,” Dr. Rowan said. “It has been revoked after this.” The nurse approached the storage unit marked Sebastian Hale Biogenetic Archive. She hesitated, then she unlocked it. She removed the tray carefully, like she had practiced this moment. One vial. Then another. She inspected the labels, turning them towards the light. There was no mistake. Those were mine. “She knew exactly what she was taking,” Dr. Rowan said quietly.