The Heir Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

Margaret and Skylar were stunned. "Don't be so surprised. I have no other ideas. He likes me a lot but is just too shy and won't confess to me. I'm a girl, so I can't possibly confess to him. Even if I were to do it, it has to be in a certain mood, so I'm getting people to act with me." Sophie did not find it embarrassing. Logan was a super-rich billionaire heir. Even if she had to resort to embarrassing tricks to pursue someone like this, she was willing to do it.

Calvin challenged, looking fed up with the conversation of the three brothers, which he considered to be an act. Mrs. Sandra looked sarcastically at Calvin; she felt that the youngest member was so arrogant. "Mr. Calvin, before I start, I want to warn you because you look so arrogant. I am the deputy leader here, and I own a very large share here. Compared to your shares, it is nothing, and you are nothing in my eyes."

she explained patiently. As Lily reached for her phone, she couldn't help but notice that the most recent call had been placed to Greg's number. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she stared at the screen, momentarily at a loss for words. "You're Mr. Davis's daughter?" she asked. Sophie, seemingly unfazed by the revelation, folded her arms across her chest, striking a pose of defiant pride. "Took you long enough to figure it out," she declared, a hint of smug satisfaction in her voice. With that, she turned on her heel and strode away, leaving Lily alone with her thoughts.

"My wife? That old woman? She's worn out and hard to look at. I've had enough of her. She can't control me. Just wait. I'll throw her out sooner or later!" Quinton's legs gave out. He almost collapsed on the spot. "Th-that's not me!" he tried to argue, but no one believed him. Nora's lips trembled. She pointed at him, but no words came out. Mandy put her phone away and rested a hand on her stomach, satisfied. "You all heard it. Didn't the Strouds want an heir? Well, here it is. You should be thanking me." The words hit Nora hard. Her face turned pale, and she lunged at Mandy, but her foot slipped. A dull thud echoed through the room as the back of her head hit the floor.

She sat with her hands folded in her lap and told herself, again, that she had done the right thing. Ivy was dangerous. That was not a matter of opinion—it was simply, plainly true. A seven year old child who could pull a dying man back from the edge of death, who could surge with enough raw power to wake wolves across a hundred mile radius, who carried in her small body the kind of force that could tip every territorial balance the Alliance had spent decades carefully maintaining. Alec couldn't see it because he looked at that child and saw only his daughter, saw only Maya's eyes in a small face, and that particular blindness was going to get them all killed eventually whether anyone admitt

“We brought some meals and supplies. Sophie insisted on coming to help.” Sophie Hart, an eighteen-year-old with long dark hair and bright, curious eyes, stepped forward. She carried a smaller suitcase and glanced around the luxurious penthouse with open admiration. “Hi, Lydia. And… hi, Adrian,” she said. Adrian, still processing the earlier drama with Eric, forced a polite smile. “Good to see you both. Thanks for coming.” He noticed Sophie’s stare but brushed it off as teenage shyness. “Let me prepare the guest room for you, Sophie. You’ll be staying a few days, right?”

my mother added, and I stiffened. “Sophie? Who is Sophie?” I asked while searching my memories to be sure that I wasn’t forgetting anything important. The room became silent again while my mother’s gaze hardened. “Allowing you to leave the Empire for this long was a mistake. Sophie is your betrothed, and she has one of the strongest gifts in this generation.” “I don’t remember agreeing…” Before I could complete my words, the door to the meeting room barged open, and Kathie, followed by a maid, rushed inside.

He was a ghost, haunting the edges of a world that had moved on without him. "He'll never stop hunting us," Vivian said one evening, sitting by the fire in the new house. Her sister, Elena—the other Elena—lived with her now, healing from years of captivity. "Men like him don't know how." "Then we'll be ready," Riley said. "We'll always be ready. That's what an heir does—protects what was given." --- The second anniversary of Tata Pedro's death fell on a rainy Tuesday. Riley woke before dawn, kissed Kyle's sleeping shoulder, and walked to the orchard alone. The rain was soft, warm, the kind of rain that made things grow.

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

Sophie sat with that for a long moment, fury and heartbreak and desperate relief all fighting for space in her chest. "I don't know how to feel," she admitted finally. "I'm so glad you're alive. And I'm so angry you let me grieve you for thirteen years." "I know," Grace whispered. "I don't expect you to forgive me quickly. I just needed you to finally know the truth." FIRST LIFE — TWO YEARS INTO THE MARRIAGE Sophie sat alone at a charity gala, watching Adrian across the room, deep in conversation with a striking woman in a red dress — Vivian Chase, heir to a rival shipping empire, someone Sophie had always felt strangely uneasy around.