Four's A Crowd Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Sofia endured the pain from earlier, stood up, and looked at Severin who was smirking in front of her. Eventually, she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and said, "T-t-this is my first kiss, so I'll give you one minute max! Don't kiss me any longer than that!"

“You’re Number Four.” Valentina leaned down and slapped her ass hard. “Say it.” Isadora shook her head. Sofia stepped in front of her, lifted her chin with a finger. “Say. It.” Tears welled. Her lips trembled. “…I’m Number Four.” Gianna grinned like a devil who’d just stolen a soul. “Louder.” “I’m Number Four.” Valentina kissed her cheek. “Good girl.” Gianna reached between her legs again. “Say thank you.”

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) "Don't touch me! Nomo, get back, the resonance is unstable—you’ll shatter just like I am!" Sofia’s voice was a frantic, crystalline chime, echoing with the sound of vibrating glass. She stood in the center of the Abribi Plaza, her arms still outstretched toward the thinning black clouds, but her body was failing. The blue cracks across her skin were widening, leaking a thick, ethereal violet mist that pooled around her feet like smoke.

Sofia laughed softly, her cheeks flushing at the way he looked at her—like she was the only woman in the world. "Are you sure we have time for this?" she asked playfully. "You’re already looking at me like you want to skip the club altogether." "Tempting," Aaron murmured, pulling her closer. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips lingering on hers. "But I promised you a night out. And I plan to make it unforgettable." Sofia smiled against his lips, her excitement bubbling over. "Good. Let’s go." --- The club was an exclusive hotspot, hidden in the heart of the city. As their car pulled up to the entrance, they were greeted by a line of people waiting to get inside. The bass from the music insi

Since everyone was busy circling around something, I walked over to grab some clothes I found stashed in the tree trunk. I put on the sweatpants; however, when an ear-piercing scream cuts through the air, I leave the t-shirt and approach the crowd. A strained cry fills in my ears. I push through the crowd, picking on Sofias's scent that is sour. There on the ground is Sofia pinned down harshly by three other girls and one above her who is hitting her. With long strides, I cross the distance and grab that girl's wrist, preventing another hit before yanking her forcefully off Sofia. The remaining three quickly release Sofia as I shoot them a death glare.

My family believed in democracy. Every decision was settled by a family vote. Dad, Mom, my brother Dylan Conley, and my sister Tessa Conley each got one vote. So did I. The problem was, four against one meant I never won. During my junior year of high school, my brother wanted a new computer. The vote was four to one. The money I'd saved for three years of tutoring was gone. In senior year, when it was time to submit college applications, I earned early admission to Northbridge University, but Tessa cried and said she couldn't stand the thought of me moving so far away. So the family held another vote. Dad pinned my application form beneath his hand. "Majority rules. You're going to

Sofia tried to pull me along but I didn't let her. “That came out wrong. I'm so…”. I yanked my hand off hers walking away from her, walking away from the crowd, walking from the whole celebration. I slide my body past drunk couples already engrossed and kissing, my body pressing and passing through the crowd with their body covered in sweat. “Camilla”. Sofia yelled from where she stood, I didn't answer. I didn't turn to know if she was close or if anything was the problem. That's how Sofia has always been, I'm never the calm one. Alex is.

Bairn said. “OH MY GOD! AERIAN YOU ARE FUCKING HUGE!” Sofyia squealed. “Hey Sofyia how are you?” I asked. “For the love of the love of the goddess can you please not fucking scream Sofyia.” Niven growled. “That is Luna Sofyia to you.” she retorted.

when a voice I recognized, unfortunately, cut through the air. “Oh. My. Gosh. Riley?” I froze, Claire did too. We both turned slowly, like characters in a horror movie to see Sofia strutting toward us with a smile that screamed fake, sugary, and steeped heavily in gossip. Perfect. Just what I needed on such a peaceful day. “Wow, look at you!” Sofia chirped, stopping directly in front of us. “It’s been forever.” She was being sarcastic, I could tell. “Not long enough,” Claire muttered under her breath.

"Is there a problem there? You are funny, Rad. It looks like I'm just doing something new in your eyes ah. You're jealous because you are not the one whom I'm kissing, Rad? We did a make-out last night, and y-- .." Sofia didn't finish what she would say when Rad covered the woman's mouth while sitting on the bed. Even though Sofia has a bandage on her head and leg, Rad doesn't care. Just do not continue whatever Sofia says. Sofia immediately pushed her, and fortunately, she did not fall on the bed and turned her gaze to their friend. She almost wanted to be swallowed up by the ground because everyone was shocked, and Sofia frowned at her and their companion. "Who are they, Rad? I just had an