Cedric Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Sofia let out a soft sigh after hearing his story. "Sounds like my situation isn't much better," she murmured. "Calliope is my father's concubine. Sure, she's wealthy and spoils me... but in the end, I'm not her real child. If I stop being useful, she wouldn't hesitate to hand me over to some billionaire she knows-like a commodity." Sofia let out a dry laugh. These were things she had never shared with anyone, but after hearing Hubert open up, she suddenly felt the urge to confide in him.

Sofia exhaled still with her calm demeanor, letting her father speak until he finished without interrupting him. "Daddy Sofia hasn't forgotten, Sofia knows that Arthur is my future husband but can it wait any longer? I've just started my business in Venice and I don't want it to stop just because I can't make it work." Sofia's return to her business is the reason why she never returned to France where she was born. "Leave everything Sofia Daddy will get someone else to work on it, you just need to come back and control it from afar." Sofia bites her lip and massages her temples, right. how long will she continue to avoid all this trouble?

THE STORY OF SOFIA AND DRACO A summary in entries This is what happened, from the beginning. A twenty-year-old Omega named Sofia Fletcher was put on an auction platform in a slave house. She had been there for four years. Before that she had been rejected by the Alpha who was supposed to be her fated mate publicly, on his coronation day, and tortured, and sold. She had spent four years learning the specific art of surviving. She was very good at it. A man walked into the auction house. Every person in the room dropped their eyes. She did not drop hers. She looked back. He found her across the dark and his gaze held hers and something was decided that neither of them had been consulted on.

Sof replied. "The members of the Midnight Pack who came back to the castle with us got out of their cars, and we walked over to where they were standing. My dad told some of the workers to show them to their rooms. I had Layla and her little sister Brittany stay behind. "Layla, this is my mate and your future Queen, Sofia," I said "Hello, My Queen," Layla said as she kneeled to Sofia. "You don't have to kneel to me, Layla, and you can call me Sofia," Sof said with a smile. Then she looked at Brittany. "Hello, Sweety," Sofia said to the sleepy Brittany, who didn't reply.

She looked at the girl beside Johnson. The girl looked up. She had her back leaned on her chair. “I am Sofia Rich. The Third Young Miss of the Eudoxcus Clan.” Her voice was firm and clear. “19 years old. Nice to meet you.” Sofia had a short pixie cut. Half of her hair has glittered. Her eyes were black, her eyelashes were not that long, she had a pointed nose. Her chin was up, and she sat prim and proper. Soheila arched her brow. She was amused by Sofia's formal way to introduce herself. This is rare since she often encounters people that laugh when they introduced themselves. Sometimes, they would be shy, just like Johnson.

“You two… know each other?” Calla’s lips parted, but no words came out. Rico was the one who answered, his voice low. “Yes.” Sofia blinked in surprise, then smiled brightly, trying to ease the tension. “Oh—wow. Small world.” She turned to Calla, offering her hand. “I’m Sofia. Rico’s sister.” Calla blinked, her mouth parting slightly. She's Rico's sister? Her cheeks grew warm as the realization hit her. All that jealousy she’d just felt, it made her want to sink through the floor.

"You can't die, so why think about death?" As Sofia bent to pick up the dagger, a man's mocking voice suddenly rang out. She quickly turned around and saw it was Cedric Bruh. Joshua and Sofia, seeing Cedric, naturally thought about how he had eyed their mother and used a charm on their father, causing anger and deep hatred to surge within them. Cedric saw their expressions but acted as if he hadn't noticed, remaining calm and collected. "Mr. Bruh," Old Master Carter and Phillip Wise both called out simultaneously.

“They call me Sofia.” We fell in love almost instantly. Samuel was also the first of his kind–the first to not only become King of Fresonia, but King of the Dragon Knights. His power was vast and his rule benevolent. The people loved him. They crowded at the castle gates, shouting his name, begging for his mercy to bless them with food.

Carlo now possessed the knowledge he sought, painting a clearer picture of the events that had unfolded. Carlo was taken aback by the unexpected decision his mother had made, appointing Sofia as the heiress of the Ricci Empire. Conflicting emotions surged through his heart, leaving him bewildered. Throughout his life, Carlo had never shown any affection toward his daughter, Sofia, harboring a deep-seated hatred for her mother—his wife—until her death. His interactions with Sofia had always been cold and callous.

"Mr. Mordrake, an absolute honor. This is my wife, Sofia." Sofia Rossi offered a practiced, regal nod, her eyes scanning Czar for any sign of the weakness the rumors suggested. But it was the girl beside her who drew the most attention. "And this," Sofia said, her voice laced with ambition, "is our daughter, Priscilla." The First Encounter Priscilla stepped forward, her heart racing. She had heard the stories, but nothing prepared her for the sheer, suffocating presence of Czar Mordrake. He was beautiful in a way that felt dangerous.