روايات وقصص ضمن The Heir Sophie Lark

"All the other socialites are saying you've risen from nothing and become a true success because of it. I think you were just born with great luck!" William squinted and looked at Sophie. "Be nice. Lily grew up pampered and always speaks her mind." "No, I'm not!" Lily pouted and shot William a playful glare before placing a piece of crab on Sophie's plate. With a naive temperament, she said, "Here you go! I'm sure you haven't had a lot of crab in the past, have you?" Sophie had always been kind and preferred to endure any grievances thrown her way. But now that she was about to leave, she refused to put up with them any longer.

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

From one of the elder councilors, with firelight from the torches across his silvered hair, a gleaming diadem, more somber in tone, yet carrying well over the silent hall. The sentence goes to Sophie Harris, proven to have abetted Liam and Silas in their treasonous acts in bringing down the White Fang Pack-but since it is proved that she was just a pawn in the game and not the mastermind of it all, the council spares your life. The adrenaline coursed through her, as Sophie hadn't expected mercy, actually hadn't expected anything except a quick death. But this? This was worse than she could ever come up with, no more Luna and no more strong woman, she was nothing to all intents.

“Has a son, and he’s the heir.” Sophia makes a sound at the back of her throat. “I will not let that happen. Mark my words barn girl, the son of a traitor will rule over my dead body.” As if to confirm her words, Eddie doesn’t open his eyes for the next week.

He hated me to his very core. From then on, he kept a string of lovers, and every single one of them looked like Chloe. The heartbreak shattered me. In the end, he poisoned my life-sustaining elixirs, making my flesh rot from my bones, and sacrificed my very soul in a dark ritual. Reborn, I decided to let them have each other. But I never imagined Julian would be reborn, too. …… "Look. That arrogant human is back." I’d barely stepped out of Lord Alistair’s study when their sharp, mocking voices found me.

“Answer me. Is this what you want too?” He avoided my eyes at first. His hand tightened around the arm of the sofa, and for a moment he actually looked uneasy. Then he said in a low voice, “Selene is carrying a pup. The pack needs an heir. Once the child is born, I can make arrangements. We can still be together afterward.” He wanted me to step aside, let another woman bear his supposed heir, and then wait until he decided to come back to me. Selene lowered her eyes and rested one hand on her stomach, looking every bit the wronged, delicate she-wolf.

The betrayal cut deeper than Elara expected. Sophie’s eyes flicked past her to the glowing terminal. The screen still displayed her mother’s digitized sketches and the newly secured biometric ledger. There was clear hunger in that gaze. "Sophie?" My voice was barely a whisper, the word cracking in my throat. "What are you doing?" Sophie let out a short, quiet laugh, stepping over a piece of blackened wood. "I'm changing my life, Elara. That’s all this is." She tilted her head, her gaze shifting to the glowing text behind me, a dark, cynical edge settling into her voice. "You got a king and a crown of gold.

Is it because Hayden is behind her so that she can be so brave? Fuschia realized a great deal from Sophie. ‘…The future has really changed.’ Sophie’s original path was to work for Fuschia until her ‘big’ scandal of giving birth to a blonde-haired baby occurs. But after Fuschia's return to the past, Sophie has acted boldly. She dared to spread slander against members of the Royal Family as if she had two heads.

After Gerhard's death, she had packed out of his villa and found another flat where she stayed with her daughter and her nanny. Sharon had thought that such a wealthy man that had his success stamped all over him, Oliver Stevenson could have any girl of his choice but the look she had seen in his eyes that evening had thrown her and had bothered her greatly. Sharon found him interesting to work with and thought of him as a man of contradictions. Sipping a gin and tonic, she glanced through the air-conditioned suite. It was elegant and comfortable, the walls were peach and white, the carpets incredibly thick, the long sofas flanked by white porcelain lamps.

"But don't be concerned, we know it wasn't you," Sage growled. Sophie's eyes widened, and the pale face that highlighted the freckles on the bridge of her little straight nose deepened. She had never met a man so obnoxious and shameful in her entire life; she had graduated from a prestigious university with flying colors, become a successful doctor at the age of 25, and was the daughter of an alpha and a luna of Savannah's pack. She was certainly one of the girls no one dared make fun of, but she had never met Sage. His pack may be one of the most powerful, and his father may have been the Master Alpha, but Sage didn't have an ounce of manners.