Novel & Cerita There Are No Saints Sophie Lark

"Ooo" "Always remember, sweetheart, that rejection is easy, but most people have to struggle in one way or another to have ultimate happiness and to achieve something big," Sophia said on which Liara had already decided that she wouldn't reject Theodore even though he hated her for what she was. She would try to do what her mother told her. She would show him that his hate for the entire werewolf wasn't justified. She had read somewhere, 'Don't live your life with anger and hate in your heart. You will only be hurting yourself more than the people you hate.'

His voice was cold. Disappointed. He didn’t even allow me to finish. “I just wanted to meet my elder sister after being apart for so long,” Sophia muttered softly. Her voice trembled as though she were trying not to cry. “I never intended to offend her.” The performance was flawless. Fragile. Innocent. Victimized. Several nearby guests immediately looked at me differently. “So this is the Lycan Chairman’s mate?” “She’s not what I expected.” “I heard she doesn’t even have a wolf.”

Cordelia and Luciano are childhood friends due to their father's closeness. Sophia is the last kind of her breed,she neither a witch or a Werewolf but a powerful Demon that posses alot of power, She's a lesbian and only want one girl Cordelia who is also cool with it. She leaves at the far end of the pack where no one knew exist except for Cordelia

Noah answered: “Too many.” The other Sophia smiled. “Meet the lives you never lived.” The First Sophia Falls One of the alternate Sophias stepped forward. She wore a black crown. “I ruled seventeen universes.” Another stepped forward. “I destroyed mine.” Another: “I never met Lucien.” Another: “I killed Seraphina.” Sophia’s heart tightened. Then a little girl stepped forward. She looked barely seven. “I never got a mother.” Sophia froze. The child looked at her.

Shayla As I pulled up to the house Michael had described, I was surprised to see a small girl kneeling on the roof of a wrap-around porch, nailing down some shingles without batting an eyelash as four massive men were attaching railings to the steps or three-foot-tall walls to the porch posts. I climbed out of my car and asked the girl, “Are you Sophia O’Shea?” The girl didn’t stop or look down at me as she replied, “That’s me.”

Evely had a sentimental look on her face as she talked to Sophia, "Gosh! Let it go Sophia." "Don't start making those faces now and go read some books too." Sophia cut her off rapidly, trying not to break down. Sophia's hate for wolves was never a secret, everybody knew, her close friends, far friends, everyone knew, some said she was delusional, while others said she was mad, she was brave, lots of different comments. "I know this won't work, happy reading but I doubt you will ever find one." Evely said.

Everyone shouted at the same time. "But why?" I asked, completely dazed. "Sophia is a very important person. Everyone around the world knows and worships her. And a lot of men have tried to woo her. And among her thousands of admirers, she has not even answered one of them. And most of them are famous people. Then you will say that she is your girlfriend. You are not even famous. Yes, you're handsome, but being Sophia Monteverde's boyfriend? It is not possible. You've got to be kidding me." She said

Ignoring her scream, I turned to her, ready to spit fire. "Oh is that so? You want the gullible, naive and fleeceable Lola you're all used to? I'm sorry, she died the moment she heard the truth about her existence. She died the moment she realised she was just a pawn on everyone else's chessboard. Some charity case, some naive, sheltered, overly pampered child who did not have a say for herself, who could not make decisions on her own unless pushed in the 'right' direction. So, because I don't let you all, walk all over me, I'm now the most obstinate and unreasonable person ever?! Whatever floats your boat Tolani, I don't care anymore!" She just moped at me,horrified. I turned away from her,

Lance must have said that to encourage himself. "I don't know what you are, dead gatekeeper. But I am the demon slayer. And to me you are nothing but another demon" Sophie said to get him scared. "Of course, I know what you are. That is why I locked you up in a place while I used the vessel in the Manor to steal the knife. And I am regretting something right now. I would have given you up to a thousand boxes to search" Lance smirked. He took short steps away from them.

Lana’s POV Sophie handed me the suspiciously pink drink with a proud flourish, already sipping from her own like it was liquid gold. “That man was practically undressing you with his eyes,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Like seriously, who the hell was he?” I turned the black card over in my hand again. “Leonard,” I muttered. Sophie let out a long, dramatic whistle. “Leonard. That even sounds mysterious. Please tell me he’s not another accountant or someone boring like that. That man has villain origin story energy.”