Birk Balthazar Sofia The First Real Dad Novels & Stories

If fascination had a face, it would be Sofia's for sure. -And you, Sofía? Sofia swallowed dryly--me?-and pointed her fingers at herself in disbelief. Sofia told of the first vampire attack she had witnessed from her flat window; then another attack the day she met Gabriel, because he had saved her; then she revealed what her father had done to try to separate her from Gabriel, and, more importantly, what Malvina had done to help them. - Then, after Gabriel proved to my father that he could protect me in every way, and from anyone, my father consented to my courtship.

He patted my back again hearing my questions. "They are dead. Balthazar never killed your parents. He never wanted to. Your mother was really kind to him. More than his mother could ever be. He liked to be with her. But he knew what was about to happen. And he still stayed quiet. Then he tried to touch my heart. Then he sold it to some sorcerers. It was all on him. You killed him, you did what a king should have done. But your mother, she was killed by your father. Because no one else could have touched her but your father." I was no longer able to control my tears. They started flowing freely from my eyes and I did not bother to wipe them.

Lucas POV This is my amazing daughter; she is so full of herself, just like my mother. It's true that a trait can be strong. I couldn't believe she was asking me if she could control me. Like, who is the father here? I was so speechless and glared wonderfully at her. "Baby, let's go now.You must be stressing dad. He hasn't rested since he came back," Sofia said, and she squatted to her level. "Sofia, I am very sorry for what my mother did. This won't repeat itself again," I said, trying hard not to gaze at her.

No matter what they had done. "Don’t 'father' him!" Sofia barked, her voice a sharp, manic weapon that cut right through my words. She let out a sickening, triumphant laugh that made the hairs on my arms stand up. "It's all a lie, Iris! He’s not your biological father. He's mine. Mine alone, Iris!" "Sofia!" Father shouted, his voice cracking with a sudden, desperate panic. "No, Father! Let her hear it! Let her know that we don’t share the same father or the same mother! You're just a bastard who we—"

The uncertainty of their future weighed heavily on her. When Georgina finished her shower, she emerged from the bathroom to find Sofia sleeping soundly. The sight of her peaceful daughter filled Georgina's heart with warmth and determination. Yes, Sofia was Marcelo's daughter, but she was also Georgina's, and Georgina was resolute in her commitment to raise Sofia with love and ensure she would never follow in her father's footsteps.

l He tried to change his father’s mind but as always he never succeeded. “Sasha is the right woman for him." "He does not love her." "He may be infatuated by that Edward's granddaughter, now but eventually he will learn to love Sasha. She is a good girl and will be an excellent mother to my great grandson.” Mr Johnson sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes not interested in arguing anymore. "You are unbelievable." Shaking his head, Mark’s dad left banging the door on his way out. “Calm down honey, let’s see what Mark has to say about this first.” His wife ran after him trying to ease his growing rage.

Hazel exclaimed and winked at me. We burst into hearty laughter. “Billionaires love blonde skinny girls, the kind in Victoria’s magazine. And we ain’t no blondes here.” Emma rolled her eyes at Hazel. Sophia popped a sweet and put it in Hazel’s mouth. “Don’t argue girl, we know you and Emma can increase the speed of the train with the energy of your arguments” Sophia said. I laughed, Sophia was the brake lever inclined to stop Emma and Hazel from starting their argument engines. Today was going to be fun. At least that’s what my Mama had said when she did her tarot reading for me this morning. Today was set to be the beginning of my life. At the end of the day, we would see the new world awai

he inquired, the first display of interest and genuine concern for her personal life from her paternal relatives. "Everything is going well, Uncle Mak. Thank you," Sofia responded with gentle sincerity, grateful for the sudden show of care and attention. Mak nodded and settled into a seat beside Sofia's father while Sofia eagerly anticipated her father's approach. She yearned for him to acknowledge her new life and inquire about her well-being. However, to her dismay, he remained seated, appearing oblivious to Sofia's presence. Suppressing a sob that threatened to escape her throat, Sofia fought back tears, grappling with a whirlwind of emotions stirred by her father's indifference. She blin

’ I was eleven. With Nic being absent, dad turned the attention to me as I became his only heir. He wanted to try a different approach. He had become soft—told me the truth about the business, taught me how to be the boss, hold a gun, and gain respect. Things were starting to look up, and I finally understood why months later. ‘This is Sofia, your new mother.’ Fabio introduced me to the beautiful, kind-looking woman with arms wrapped around her heavily pregnant belly.

"Your grandfather would be so proud to see you love buildings as much as he did." Then there was Sofia. At three, she was already a force to be reckoned with—articulate, stubborn, and possessed of a fierce determination that neither of her parents were surprised by. She had developed a weird fascination with her father’s business, often insisting on "helping" him with his paperwork. Lorenzo, for his part, let her do it with a grin. "She’s going to run the whole operation one day," he noted one evening, watching Sofia meticulously "organize" his desk. "Honestly, I'm a little terrified of how powerful she's going to be."