Grown Up Sofia The First Novels & Stories

My unnervingly calm reply made Vittorio's expression turn dark. He scowled and said, "Sofia is only seven years old." "She already has a mind of her own," I said evenly. That was the truth. Sofia was already capable of many things on her own—like pushing me into the sea, like tearing apart Mamma's memorial portrait and scattering her ashes like they meant nothing. Vittorio snapped, "Are you still upset about what happened earlier today?"

This went on for years. However, eighteen years later, Sofia’s mom dropped her off on her father’s doorstep in Rome, and she never looked back. The last time Marco had seen his daughter was when she was just a few months old. Sofia was now eighteen and knew nothing about her father’s lust for young girls. The first few weeks being back with her father seemed to go well for Sofia; she was finally getting a chance to get to know her dad.

A nurse brought over the first baby and gave him to me as Sophia said, "Hey there, Logan. It's nice to finally meet you, baby." Logan, my younger brother who died overseas while fighting for our country and Sophia not only remembered him, she named our first son after him. I kissed her forehead and I moved Logan closer so she could kiss him. Another nurse brought our second son to me and Sophia said, "I'm sure your Dad would've loved it if you could meet your great-grandfather, Thomas." Just then we heard a third cry before the surgeon said, "We have baby boy number three." "That'll be Freddy." Sophie chuckled as our third son let out a wail that would impress a howler monkey as he was passe

and it was true; they immediately pointed to Soffia, who sat in middle row number two. "Because it's someone's birthday today, let's sing a song for Soffia." Sienna started leading the happy birthday song for Soffia. Sofia didn't expect that her exact 7th birthday would be celebrated by so many people. From the beginning, Soffia never celebrated her birthday. "Happy birthday, Soffia...." Soffia's classmates congratulated Soffia on her seventh birthday.

another chimed in. “I know,” the first voice sighed, then blurted out, “How about we seduce him...” My brow twitched. This girl was really something. “Gross. Why would you even think that, Kiera?” Sofia’s voice came out shaky but full of disgust. I cringed. Was it really that bad? Of course it was. I was almost sixteen years older than her — nearly as old as her 42-year-old father. Yeah, I’d read her profile.

Her fingers traced invisible patterns on the wooden desk as memories she had long buried began to surface. Sofia had been just eight years old when she realized that being born a Montero came with expectations. The men were celebrated, their achievements plastered across headlines, their ambitions fostered and supported. The women, however, were little more than shadows expected to exist quietly in the background. Sofia had refused to accept that fate.

she replied, her eyes still reflecting her frustration. Josh was taken aback hearing Sofia address Rafael as dad. "Wait, what? Dad?" Josh asked with a raised eyebrow, his voice mirroring his disbelief. He had no idea that Sofia was Rafael's daughter. All this time, he'd assumed Sofia was just a friend of the family, perhaps a distant relative. Darting his gaze from Josh, Rafael sighed as he looked at his daughter, realizing the need to address the situation diplomatically. "Sofia, it's not about controlling your life. I just want what's best for you," he explained, attempting to justify his stance.

“Look at me. I know those eyes can’t lie, my dear Clarissa.” Sofia was taken aback but she had to gather herself together. Mikael knew everything about her, even her past and her deep secrets. Mikael, her childhood sweetheart, knew that she was Clarissa Gonzales. But she had to constantly remind him to forget about her past identity. "Mikael, please forget about Clarissa. I am now Sofia Villanueva!" She had to emphasize her present persona. “All right, my shy Sofia, but what are you trying to hide this time?” The man tried to tease the woman who seemed anxious at the moment.

she was among the young ones in the kingdom. "whaaat?" Sofia shrieked her mouth opening wide. even dinosaurs shown in the museum couldn't be considered that old. " you think am young my queen? The king appointed me as your Maid when I attained legal maturity age." Rizia said. one could see she was very proud of her young age as they called it. " hahahaha." Sofia laughed awkwardly." Yes,you are very young." sarcasm deeply laced in her words. Young? ptffff! is she was young then what name would her age be called. Sofia was 24 years old this year. she was at the age where ladies started to settle down and form their families.

Sofia wore a black Godfather-style trench coat, her hair cut short, a red rose symbolizing family power pinned to her chest. In the past period, she had ruthlessly purged the family elders and become the youngest Godfather in history. She was no longer the delicate princess she once was. The innocence in her eyes was gone, replaced by the commanding presence of a ruler. "You sure you're not staying?" Sofia looked at me, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "You could be my second-in-command. We could run this city together." I shook my head, looking towards the departure gate. "I'm not cut out for an office. It'd make me rusty. Besides, Mom's got a lot of 'business' to wrap up in Sicily. There