Grown Up Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Mia began, trying to shake the sadness off, “how was camp? I’m sorry I missed the end of it. I couldn't pick you up myself.” Sofia tilted her head, eyes twinkling with mischief. “It was great. But, Mom, you should know. I'm practically a grown-up now. I can travel on my own, you know." Mia blinked, her heart momentarily stalling. “Wait, what?” Sofia burst out laughing, her hands waving in the air as if she were explaining something obvious. “You heard me. I’m thirteen now, Mom. I’m practically a teenager-adult! I can do things by myself.”

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.

Valentina had stayed up all night making paper flowers. “I remember looking at both of you and thinking I was the luckiest man alive,” Luca said quietly. “I still think that. Even now.” Valentina’s memory was quieter. It was the night Sofia had her first heartbreak at sixteen. She had cried for hours. Luca had made hot chocolate. Valentina had sat on the bed with her, braiding her hair and telling stupid jokes until Sofia laughed through her tears. Luca had checked on them every hour, bringing more tissues and snacks.

Sofia mumbled and went to the rebels' home. **** Rebels' abode> She reached there, and they were happy to see her except for someone (Lucia) who left while everyone was welcoming her. “You came” A girl said, she was called Yuri. Yuri was one of the strongest females among them and Sofia liked her because of her strength, diligence, and resilience. Among the other females, she had been the most impeccable and Sofia made her teach the youngest ones in some tactics. Though, they would do their best to endure that younger ones in teenage ages and below can be safe.

A comfortable air settling between them as they talked like civilized people and got to know about the other’s interests, finding them just as fascinating as they asked the other about them. By desert, they were talking about Marco’s love for astronomy and Sofia’s passion for mathematics. “I was a math-wiz,” Sofia chuckled at the memory. “Won countless international competitions and national ones too, I even got a scholarship to study at Princeton and I went there when I was 18.” She had a soft smile over her lips as she began to play around with the desert on her food.

Sofia couldn't stop her tears once she saw her daughter's emaciated appearance; even though she was 22 years old, she looked like an underage girl. “They have missed a lot of their time.” Emile looked at the mother and daughter with heartache “Chris, let them go, please…” “Um” Chris nodded as he smoothed the knot between her eyebrows; He could never deny this woman. Chris nodded towards Night Wing before turning to Sofia “Leave this place; Go and start a new life.” “No” Sofia refused even though she was tempted, and the thought had crossed her mind. “Little young master, I wanted revenge before but now” She paused as she looked at her daughter who was a fully grown woman but looked malnouris

Tye replied eagerly and Sofia chuckled. “Well, in the beginning, there was a big girl named Sofia, and she had this belief about love, which her Abuela had taught her: Sparks fly when you meet your one true love-” “-How?” Tye asked. This was the first of many interruptions Sofia would come to experience. “I don’t know,” Sofia exhaled uncomfortably. She was already getting scared that this would be a lot harder than it had seemed. “When your hands come in contact I guess-”

"Tell him she's beautiful. She's healthy. She has my stubbornness and his nose." Julia was quiet. "That's going to mean everything to him." "Good. He's her father." --- The months passed. Sofia grew. She rolled over, sat up and crawled. She said her first word "Mama" and her second "Rosa" and pretended not to notice that "Dada" wasn't coming.

I strode majestically over to where Lucia stood beside Santoro and stopped right in front of her, just inches away from her face. “First and foremost, I did not become a CEO overnight. I am Sofia Estaban, the firstborn and daughter of Carlos Estaban. Which makes the rightful heir to my father's empire.” I began making sure my voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. “Did you just hear that?” “Miss Sofia will really place Miss Lucia in her place this time. I can't wait for what's about to happen.” “The news outlets are about to go wild.” Giggles and murmurs filled the atmosphere and I smirked at the rising public speculation. Lucia just never learns, and I will keep teaching her various le

Sofia's POV "Miss Sofia," the maid's voice cut through the haze of my groggy thoughts, gently pulling me back to the present. "Y—yes," I stammered, a shiver racing down my spine as if the air had suddenly grown colder. "I'll take you to your room. Once you're feeling better, I’ll show you around and explain what Mr Alex doesn’t want us to do.” she said, and the sudden urge to puke enveloped me, the disgusting thought of living under the rules of that bastard made my insides retch.