There Are No Saints Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

Statham said. Just when Sophie thought she was saved, Mr. Statham said something that pushed her into the abyss of despair. “These monkeys of Arcadia aren’t good enough for you. Us Paladians are better lovers in bed. Am I right, guys?” His followers laughed and started to scrutinize Sophie with a perverted gaze. Sophie escaped the wolves but jumped right into the tiger’s den. Her face turned pale when she felt the perverted gazes on her. “Enough! This is no time for this!” Mr. Statham frowned and bellowed.

“She was with them, I know because she told me to stop, I did thinking she wants to ease herself but that’s when they came, it was horrible being faced with guns when I was harmless,” Lance stared at the shaken young man, he looked like he had been faced to face with death but what he was saying just didn't add up, why would Sophie do that? Why will she organize people just to steal from him? She didn't even know she would run an errand for him so how was she able to get people to help her steal from him, it was just too hard to believe, Sophie wasn't part of the kingdom and she couldn't have known people. "Are you sure that's what happened?"

Santiago wordlessly left us alone after placing Lili’s suitcase and giving me a nod, closing the door behind him. She grabbed my hands. Her voice went soft. “Okay, Harp. Spill. All of it. No sugar-coating. If you tell me you’re in the mafia, I want at least two free drinks before I process it.” I laughed. But the laugh faded quickly. My hands tightened around hers. “Okay. Listen. It started… stupidly, really. It started with Lance. Well, not really, it started with Sophia and her fake birthday present.” Her eyes sharpened instantly. “Your sister and that creep? I swear he…”

There stood… SOPHIA

Their envy kindled towards Sophia when Larry rejected their love advances. Sophia was a reserved girl who kept just a few friends. It came as a shock to many how Larry noticed her. She was the most unlikely girl for Larry's status. Larry loved to flirt a lot with ladies but never committed to anyone until he met Sophia. Sophia automatically turned an enemy to most ladies who had their eyes on Larry. It was an amazing event and Sophia made more enemies by amassing almost all the awards. She was a nerd who loved reading and everyone could attest to that. It was no surprise that she emerged as the overall best student in her class.

Once she realized I knew, she dropped the act. "Let me explain. Julian has cancer, and this was his dying wish. We've known each other for so many years, and I couldn't just let him die with regrets. You understand that, don't you?" She kept getting more confident and righteous, as if she were doing something noble. I'd be a complete asshole for not understanding. I almost laughed out loud in disbelief. It was the first time I'd heard someone describe cheating as noble and virtuous. I said coldly, "Winona, I never realized you were such a saint. You're willing to offer yourself up just to fulfill someone's wish? So, if any random person asked you to sleep with them, you'd do that too?"

The nine Spiritual Saints exchanged glances before a brilliant light illuminated them simultaneously, transforming them into nine individuals with human appearances garbed in robes. They possessed remarkable beauty and exuded captivating auras, defying any attempt to discern their ages. Under Thea and Emperor Zdravko’s surprised gazes, a striking man clad in a pristine white robe said, “Beast Saint, Lark Aldric, here to offer my respect to the young lady.” A beautiful woman adorned in a cyan robe followed up, “I’m the Bird Saintess, Seraphine Tennyson. Greetings, Ms. Thea.”

“What?” “You’ve been... I don’t know, weird lately. You are always weird, but like, more weird than usual. Which is saying something.” She let out a half-laugh, shaking her head. “I’m fine, Larry. Just tired.” “Liar,” he said, leaning back on the bench. “C’mon, it’s me. Spill.” Lauren stared at Sophie, who was now hanging upside down on the monkey bars. “It’s just... a lot, you know? I don't like Christmas and it is December.”

"Charles... son, what are you talking about?" Charles began to laugh again, his voice strained with madness. "Isn't it funny... I've been playing this innocent, gentle grandson, haven't I?" "Fooling all of you with my charm and deception," he sneered, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. Tears welled up in Sophia's eyes as she took another step back, fear etched on her face. "No... it can't be. You can't be Red Saint," she whispered, her voice trembling.