Stolen Heir Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

“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 “It has been revoked after this.”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.

Every one of those girls had been bullied by Sophia to some degree. None as badly as Lily. And the reason she targeted Lily so relentlessly was simple. Because Lily was my sister. As the investigation went deeper, the police uncovered something else. Sophia was a thief. When they laid the evidence out in front of me, I was stunned. “These were all recovered from her home,” the officer said. “Designer bags, shoes, watches. “We traced the serial numbers back to you.” I froze. I rushed to check my walk-in closet. Every single item had been swapped out for fakes.

He lost his mum when he was only two. I would be meeting Lucien Blackwood for the first time today, and I’m quite nervous. From what I’ve heard, Mr. Blackwood is nothing like Micah, he is ruthless and unyielding. The elevator doors opened, Micah stepped out with a tall figure and my blood suddenly went cold. No! It couldn’t be! The man looked up and our eyes met. The same face, the same dark eyes, the same silver streak at his

"She’s... she’s rotting, Aria. It started a year ago. A black spot on her chest. Now it’s spreading. Her skin is turning necrotic. The smell... it’s unbearable. She’s in agony every second of the day." A dark satisfaction curled in my gut. Necrotic Rot. It wasn't a disease. It was a rejection. Chloe had used dark magic to steal my Wolf Spirit six years ago, I was sure of it now. But a stolen wolf couldn't live in a host it didn't choose. It was trying to escape, eating its way out of her body. "And you want me to save her," I stated flatly. "I heard about The Viper. They say you can knit flesh with a touch. That you can reverse death."

I tilt forward and place my forearm on the verge of the table, speaking in a hushed voice, I say, “What the hell was she doing up at that time, where did she know how to find us? There are no cameras or any form of technology in the manor, or at least by our knowledge… how did she know?” Atticus shrugs his shoulders indifferently and purposefully keeps his gaze on his food. Joshua’s small teeth rip off pieces of bacon and chews without a care in the world. Too occupied to heed to my frantic mutterings. “I don’t know, the Apion’s are creepy but their harmless, just privileged like overly privileged people who owe me a lifetime worth of birthday presents… I take cash too, we all know that’s no

Arthur snapped out of his shock. The mask of sweetness and obedience he'd worked so hard to maintain cracked wide open. He grabbed Claire's arm, shaking her. "Mom, this isn't real. They're lying to you—say something! Fight back! Cillian must have bribed the lab. He was afraid I'd take his place, so he faked all of this." His voice started to tremble as he spoke. "Why? I should be the Harrison heir. I should be the one...

"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,