Walking Dead Sophia Dies Novels & Stories

"Except me." Miranda got dressed and told her followers to attack the Night Walker pack at dawn and wipe out all their rouges. She then left the mansion and drove back to town in her Lexus, parking at her usual spot. She took a cab to Sophia's house. Sophia was still grieving alone because of the statement Derick's made, she was sitting on the couch with tears streaming down her face. Miranda walked in and sat next to her, without knocking, pretending to be sympathetic. "About your parents, is there any news concerning their corpse?" she asked softly. Sophia just look at her, without saying anything, "I'm so sorry for your loss. Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked

I didn’t feel sick, I just didn't feel normal. Callie appears and she is the one covered in blood. “It’s done.” She mumbles as she walks straight back out of the kitchen. “What’s done?” Colt looks between me and Daphne. “Sophie is dead.” “You let Callie kill a human?” “The human needed to be put down.” “Why?” “Lilah, you didn’t hear her. Some of the disgusting things she was saying. She just wanted Grant’s money and car. She didn’t give a shit that he was dying.”

I asked slowly, sitting up beside him, and wrapping the bedsheet around my naked breasts. “A lot.” He whispered, his voice sounding faint. “Sophia’s autopsy results came out today and it’s all very complicated.” “What did the results say?” I asked, looking up at him. I involuntarily began rubbing my fingers against his temple to ease the crease on his forehead and was satisfied when I heard him sigh in relief. “That her body was sliced open with a silver knife, and that her wounds were lined with a special plant juice in order to stop her injuries from healing…”

Grace was so happy for Cassandra, and Cassandra was happy for her too. Just as the maid switched on the television, they could see Sophia all over the screen. News Headlines! Sophia is dead; she has sent Simy men to get rid of Grace Valdez and family with her best friend, Cassandra. The men she sent had confessed that she gave them the job; they had wanted to go carry Sophia at the hotel she lodged only to reach there and find out that Sophia, the well-known daughter of the rich Alpha, was lying down helplessly. Report also finds that Blake had killed her for hurting his feelings. Please, family, come and clear the debt and carry the dead body.

Maybe it was when she said there was a lot of blood in his office and they had tried to revive him, but they couldn’t. I just sat there on the couch. I’d fallen into it, while Bright still had the phone in his hand, as if the cold touch of the device could somehow help me understand what I’d just heard. But nothing made it clearer. Stefan was dead. That was the only thing my mind kept repeating. I felt Bright's approach, his shadow blocking part of the light coming from the hallway. “Sophia…” his voice was low, tense. “Look at me,” he asked, stepping closer.

It was annoying for some of them because they absolutely do not know what was happening. "is like she died of shock, few hours ago, but I don't know " Felicia weakly sat on the floor and took off her glasses to wipe off a few tears that dropped down her eyes. Cordillia was slightly relieved it wasn't her friend blessing, but it did not make it any less saddening. She equally sat on the floor not knowing what to do. "are we all going to die?" Sophia asked weakly with her soft voice, she had always been a gentle, soft and weak willed person.

Camille says, grabbing her by the wrist. “No!” Wendy shrieks, struggling. Camille yanks her with force. “The plane’s waiting. You want your mother to live? You move.” Wendy sobs but obeys. Her legs tremble with every step. In the trunk, beneath a blood-soaked blanket, Sophia stirs. Her skull throbs like it’s about to crack open. Her vision dances with black spots. She blinks rapidly, trying to make sense of what she’s hearing. A gunshot. A scream.

"Sophia, how are you?" She said immediately I picked up the phone.. "Good, why are you calling me?". I asked her, not knowing what she was about to say to me. She took a few minutes for herself and afterwards, gave me the shocking news.. "Sophia, Gena's Dead" "What? How come?". I asked questions and she was willing to respond immediately.. " An accident, someone hit her and ran away, Justin and his team are investigating". The phonecall disconnected... I went downstairs to the study room to tell Luciano, when I walked in on him seated on the floor crying..

Avery's voice caught for a moment. "Your aunt Clara. I saw her a few days ago in Diamond City." Sophia went completely still. She was still holding the hot coffee cup, her fingertips white from the pressure. "She's dead." The coffee cup made a sharp, jarring sound against the saucer. The cup shook violently, dark brown liquid sloshing over the rim and spreading across the white tablecloth in a small, ugly stain. Sophia lowered her head, staring fixedly at the spreading coffee mark. Even her lashes trembled.

How could I forget? “I had no idea how to get through to her,” Lena continued, her voice breaking now. “She cut me off. She shut everyone out. She was in her head all the time. She drank every chance she got. For God’s sake, Sophia, you found her here. On her damn deathbed.” My heart dropped so violently it felt physical. The memory slammed into me without mercy. The empty bottles. The darkness. Sophia’s voice shaking as she tried to keep me awake.