There Are No Saints Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

His luggage filled the living room, and I watched as Hera helped him unpack with the brightest smile I had ever seen on her face. I could not tell what to feel. When she and I moved into our new home after our wedding, the only expression she had worn the whole day was a stoic, disinterested deadpan. She once claimed she couldn't smile. "An Awakenist," she had said, "must never express overt expressions. Not even joy." But now I understood the truth. The Saintess had never been forbidden to show happiness. The real reason she never smiled at me was that I meant nothing to her.

I heard that hateful word from Lucian and I can't let Lucian win by his hateful words on me and my bloodlines. This wasn’t what I ever wanted since I was little. Lucian was the man I had always dreamed of, but him rejecting me and making me a public shame in front of the Ravens Pack was something I, Sophia Harvey, couldn’t take.

She had finished praying, so she spread her hands to ask forgiveness from the merciful God, her tears flowed, it felt good to be so close to God, yes through prayer we communicate with God. It is in this position that Sophia, a friend with whom she spends the evenings in a club, finds her. -Hiii Kiné became a saint until she even started to pray......she said laughing like the daughter of satan. "Rule number one physio: try to stop your bad company so you can move on and this girl doesn't make you forget your past, cut ties with her".....his conscience whispers. To be continued Will she cut ties with Sophia? What do you think of Lahad's reaction, Kiné's father?

"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.'

"Is that... a hickey?" I pulled away, yanking the sweater back up, my face burning with shame. I turned my back on her, walking to the window, hugging myself tight. Tears pricked my eyes again, I was so tired of hiding. "Sofia Chris," Clara said, her voice filled with awe and shock. "Who? When? Was it Louis? Did the Holy Spirit finally descend on him?" I let out a bitter, choked laugh. "No, it wasn't Louis."

Her aunt nodded solemnly and followed the women as they took their seats. Sophie hovered in the shadows, hoping that she would go unnoticed by the prying eyes of the church women. But she was not so lucky. Agnes , the female leader, suddenly turned in her direction, and for a brief minute, their eyes met. She turned to her aunt. “Eliana!” she called, almost shouting. “You did not mention that Sophie is back!” The women looked around the room, and when their eyes found her form, they smiled condescendingly. Sophie frowned.

She asked. “There is no Lady Marietta, who appears and swears her loyalty, there's only Sophia. A sorceress at the old house who has received several awards as a master of manipulation.” I explained.

Lance suddenly said. Now that I think of it… “T-That’s you?!” I yelled so loud while pointing at her. I put my hand on my mouth when I realized that that they were all looking at me. “S-Sorry…” I mumbled. The woman suddenly shifted her attention to me. She looked at me from my head down to my feet before finally looking into my eyes. “Who are you?” “I…uh… I’m Sophie. Sophie Laurens.” She just raised an eyebrow at me then she looked at Vincent, ignoring my hand when I tried to reach out to her. “Won’t you even give me a hug? Didn’t you miss me?”