The Secret Library Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Emily said later. "This is part of our agreement, Emily. Your secret will always be safe with me as long as you are mine. That means no one is allowed to approach you because you are mine. I don't care who that man is," Liam answered later and of course Emily couldn't. answer it. Liam always brings her secret work with her. She becomes unable to speak anymore if Liam brings up her work every time. On the other hand, at this time Raphael gaped at that. 200 pages in two days?

"Read this, and you’ll understand." She took the file from me, her movements cautious. Opening it, her eyes scanned the pages quickly, her lips moving as she read. It didn’t take long for her to reach the part I knew would shock her. Her eyes widened, and then she gasped. "Max! What...what is this?" she stammered, holding the file tighter. "What is it?" my mother asked, stepping closer to peer over Anya’s shoulder. Anya’s voice rose, her words coming out in a rush. "Mom, there are figures here…huge figures! Max, is this real?"

Before my eyes, my memories—moments with Lucas, our seaside home, our love—were being gathered in his palm like burning spheres of fire. As a final attempt, I detonated the “super-simulation” code within me. Flames burst through the gaps between the Original Father’s fingers. The entire lab shook violently. In that blinding white explosion, when I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the metallic city. I stood in an endless library—filled with billions of bookshelves. Every book was titled “Sophia.” I opened one book—it was the story of my life. I opened another—it described my death.

It allows me to quickly know where and when I need to dig, and where I am most likely to find weaknesses and problems. To clarify, I cannot read minds and I am not a walking lie detector test. My gift is more like an ability to read energy and see shades of colors within a person’s inner soul. It is this gift that first drew me to Jenna Maxwell. Well, that gift and my second one as well… but we will talk about the second gift later. The first year as alpha king has been busy, and I have had to do quite a bit of travelling. However, Ms. Maxwell’s name keeps being brought to my attention, albeit in some interesting and unexpected ways.

I`m setting you free. *********

"Sofia." Nicolas released me. "Go. I'll handle the others." I slipped through another hidden door and into the library, in the east wing of the mansion. Elena crouched before Sofia, dangling a stuffed rabbit out of reach. "Where does your Aunt Valentina go when she disappears, little one?" Elena's saccharine voice held veiled menace. The silence of Sofia's tears spoke volumes. "It was my rabbit first." I stepped forward, into the light, and Elena's attention turned to me. "Still has my tooth marks on the left ear, doesn't it? From when you tried to take it from me?"

SOFIE He took my hand, his grip warm and steady, and led me into the library. The scent of old books and polished wood surrounded us, wrapping the space in quiet intimacy. In a secluded corner, a large safe stood against the wall. He spun the dial with ease, the soft clicks breaking the silence before the door swung open. Inside, a worn box sat nestled among thick documents and other valuables. He lifted the lid carefully, revealing old photographs and keepsakes, small fragments of history preserved with care. My breath caught as he turned to me, his expression filled with something raw and unspoken.

My heart stopped. “Watch where you’re going,” the all-too-familiar voice of Sabrina sneered. Before I could react, she had grabbed my jacket, pulling me close, her eyes narrowing. “There's no need to hide it,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “I know all about your little secret.” Panic gripped me. “Please, Sabrina,” I begged, my voice trembling. “You can’t tell anyone.” A cruel smile spread across her face. “Oh, I won’t. But it’ll cost you. From now on, you’re my little servant. My errand girl. Do as I say, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t spill your precious secret.”

It had my favorite books, the art we had picked out together, and a liquor cabinet that only I had the code to. However, that day, when I opened the office door, I noticed the door to the secret room was cracked open. I stopped for a second, then pushed the door wider. There was Sofia. She had been Matthew's personal assistant for just two months, and there she was, standing by Matthew's liquor cabinet with a bottle of fancy 1982 Lafite. Next to her, on a small table, were two glasses, and one was already filled with wine. She saw me and smiled like everything was perfect. "Elena, you're here. Matthew told me to wait for him."

Liam was going to kill him. “I came here because I found out Abigail works here”. Lucy said, ignoring his question. “And????” Damon asked. Lucy sighed. “I’m so sorry if I sounded rude Damon, It’s just that................” (Lucy leaned towards Damon’s table and whispered something to him for almost two minutes.) “Oh my God, Lucy, How could you keep such a big secret to yourself?” Damon asked furiously. Lucy shrugged. “I guess that’s why I was so determined to find out about Abigail’s whereabouts.”