Four's A Crowd Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Her voice was low and skeptical and she looked back and forth the man in front of her and Theodore, especially with the silence that fell between them. “Hey” He raged all of a sudden, grasping her hands in his. “She’s nothing like i expected man” He threw a gaze at Theo. “She’s pretty goddamn” Before Sofia knew it, she was lifted into his shoulders and the chants resumed—something Theo found so amusing that he couldn’t stop laughing. At some point, her shoulders collapsed and she just accepted it. “Fuck you” She mouthed to him. And only after some minutes did they put her to the ground and she scurried next to him. “I guess you’ve already met Sofia” Theodore gestured a hand between the group

asks Aninka and Sofia sighs in frustration. "Don't ask me nonsense, I know perfectly well that Esteban, that's him." she says pointing to Esteban "You remember us." "And me?" asks Camilo. "Why are you asking me nonsense? Of course I know who you are Camilo, how can I not know who everyone is if we've been relating to each other for a while? I'm not stupid, guys." replies Sofia and everyone smiles to see that she remembers them. "Sofia..." "I know you're Michael, Luka and Viktor." says Sofia "In case you want to know if the fall of the building made me forget your names" complains Sofia then looks at Daniel "Tell me then, was that story about being my boyfriend to replace Julian?"

Sofia and Daniel appear with pastries and that particular energy of people who've been arguing about something minor for the last hour. "Forty-seven venues." Sofia announces. "He showed me forty-seven venues." "Forty-three." Daniel corrects. "Four were eliminated early." "That's not better." "It's more efficient." Adrian rescues the pastries before they become casualties. "Come in. Coffee's fresh." They join us in the kitchen. Sofia examines my hand. "Still wearing it." "Every day." "Good." She releases my hand. "When's your wedding?" "Maybe January." I glance at Adrian. "We're not rushing."

For a moment, nothing happens, the crowd's uncertainty hanging heavy over the arena, thousands of faces exchanging uncertain, questioning glances. Then, slowly, hesitantly, a single voice near the front rows speaks the name aloud. "Ysolde Var." Another voice joins it, then another, the name spreading through the crowd like a spark catching dry grass, until the entire arena reverberates with thousands of voices speaking the same two words in unison, over and over, refusing to let the moment slip into the forgettability she's relied on for centuries. The sound builds into something almost physical, a wall of collective memory pressing outward against the ancient light still climbing the dais.

Sofia's dress is of a similar cut but shimmers a bright pink, her mask wrapping around her head like mine. They look hot as fuck. There's no other way to put it. Honestly, we all do. It helps that I'm wearing red, because it appears I'm the only one not wearing sky-high heels. "My god, what are those?" I point down to Sofia’s feet. Her shoes sparkle silver and have to be at least six inches tall. "These are my fuck-me heels." We all laugh in unison, right as the driver announces our arrival. He pulls up to the curb in front of the club, and I lean across Sofia's lap to peer out the window.

Sofia’s eyes turned dark as she looked at Alexia who had undermined her authority by fighting without her permission. As the crowd noticed Sofia’s presence, they spread apart, which granted Bianca and Alexia the perfect few to see the big scowl on her face. This caused a distraction for a few seconds but they turned back to their fight like they didn’t notice Sofia. So, Sofia walked to the weapon rack and picked up a spear.

Sofia looked at Alex and, biting her lips gently, took a deep breath and said aloud, “I want to serve you.” Alex says with a smile crossing his legs, “How do you say? I cannot hear you.” Breathing deeply while her hands are full of sweat, holding the tip of her skirt and blushing a little, Sofia takes a step forward and looks straight into Alex’s eyes, and screams loudly. She says, “I WANT TO SERVE YOU!” Alex saves a moment while staring at Sofia, who realizes what she just did. She blushes quickly and covers her face quickly. Taking a deep breath, she tries to turn around when Alex says, “Okay, but you don’t have to yell. Look at me.”

SOFIA’s POV “OMG, that’s Miss Sofia!” That shriek was instantly swallowed by another wave of noise from the crowd packed outside the venue. I was here for the launch of a beauty product, set to appear as the brand ambassador. I stepped out of the car, gripping Valeria’s arm while Kyle moved ahead, clearing a path. “Miss Sofia! Please, let’s take a picture!” “Miss Sofia!!!”

florence asked in disbelief “ go on girl ” sharon smiled and florence immediately ran toward the other students on the stage,she shook hands with alex and stand 🎤 no 10,,,that’s sofia williams?? he said in almost a question,, “ wow,,i did it ” sofia said gently and walked out she got to her brother and brought out her hand for a shake,,, he ignored her hand and pulled her into a hug. 💖 awwwn,, “ am proud of you ” he whispered into a ear and peck her cheek

“Let her go.” Adrian released her. Sofia rubbed her wrist. Then she looked at me. “The first child wasn’t me.” I stared at her. “What?” “I was the first child Adrian used to convince Dante that he had lost a daughter.” My stomach dropped. Dante stood. “What are you saying?” Sofia looked directly at him. “I am your daughter.” She swallowed. “But I’m not the daughter you’ve been looking for.” Silence. Adrian’s face hardened. Sofia continued. “Your real firstborn was born years after me.” Dante stared at her. “Who?” Sofia looked at Valentina