Grown Up Sofia The First Novels & Stories

I say when Sof sits up, leaning on her elbows. “I don’t want to rule Elysium. Fuck, I haven’t even found my mate yet. I won’t find him if I’m up there.” I chuckle at her when I turn my head to see the look on her face, and we chuckle at her. Sof is 18 now and not long finished school. “You would still be able to find him or her.” Dahlia says to her, and I nod my head at her. “Look at me. I didn’t find mine until later on.” I say when Sof shoves me and I chuckle at her.

I wouldn't even know if he's in some sort of trouble. I pouted feeling miserable and sad, my eyes caught sight of Dogi sitting on the windowsill and I made my way towards it grabbing him and hugging him tightly to my chest. I sniffed him in. I need to stop crying and act like a grown-up. I'm 17 for God's sake. Taking in a deep determined breath, I wiped my face with my hoodie and went inside the walk-in closet, and picked out a long dark blue floral frock that ended till my calf with my matching flats. Then I brushed my hair, twisting the front strands clipping them behind my head. My heart still felt constricted and tight. My lower lip wobbled and I clenched my fist to keep from bursting in

Chapter 222: The Unbroken Circle Valerio’s POV Sofia turned eighteen on a clear September morning when the air still carried the last warmth of summer but already hinted at the crisp bite of autumn. She had grown into a young woman who carried Elena’s grace and my quiet intensity, her dark hair falling in loose waves past her shoulders, her gray eyes sharp with curiosity and a stubborn streak that made us both proud and wary. She had spent the previous year traveling through Europe with a small group of friends, studying art history in Florence and then Rome, sending us photographs of sunlit piazzas and ancient statues that made Elena smile and me quietly proud. Now she was home, back in the

"Look at yourself. Look at what you’ve become. A Queen without a crown, hunting a ghost in a graveyard. Is this the freedom you promised him?" "I promised him a world where he didn't have to look over his shoulder!" Sofia shouted, spinning around, her hands glowing. She blasted a mirror to her left, then another to her right. The sound of shattering glass was like a symphony of screams. "Show yourself! If you’re so proud of being the 'First’s' pet, come and face me!" (ZILO’S POINT OF VIEW)

The patient, Sofia, stood up and declared, "You see, your child is not a bastard child but a true-born and also your heir, not any child who was born due to street hustle." I stared hard at Sofia, furrowing my brow. "What are you saying to me, Sofia?" I replied coldly, expressionlessly. Sofia was red-faced with anger, but she was controlled. "I am saying to you that my child, our child, is the rightful heir to the throne. Not a bastard child conceived out of wedlock." I winced at the sound of her voice, but I tried to keep my cool. "Sofia, we'll talk about this later. Let's just be thankful that our son is here, and he is well."

I think this is the first time that he’s ever sincerely complimented me. His moods are giving me whiplash, Lily grumbled and I couldn’t help but agree. I couldn’t quite figure out who the real Arthur was. Was he the cold, ruthless alpha that everyone knew about or was he the sweet and caring man that took care of her at times when she really needed it? *** Sofia Sofia still couldn’t believe she was here on this stage. Ever since she was a little girl, she had dreamed of performing on this exact stage. She could almost kiss the floor. Almost.

“Boss will like this.” They pushed us toward the SUV. The one who had been following us without our notice. “Don’t touch her!” Sofia screamed, trying to shield me. “Touch me instead. I'm Russo's heir, not her.” A hand slapped her across the face. It was as loud as thunder. I froze. But Sofia is not a weakling and was trained all her life for a moment like this. Why is she not fighting back? I look around us. Maybe it’s because their number is much more than ours.

Sofia asked “ Yes, I love plot twist and tragedy related ones” Queen mumbled “ So how was your first day at school” Sofia asked while Lovie brought in her clothe because Queen was still in her uniform she refuses to put it off. “ Looks like it, is that why you refuse to change into your wears” Sofia asked smoothening her hair with her hand. “ You have a petite and soft small hand” Queen rasped “ Thank you but you don't have a strong hand either” Queen said with a low chuckle

And followed by the others: SOFIA Sofia stood slowly, lifting her glass with the effortless authority of someone who owned both the room and half the city below it. “I’ve hosted politicians, criminals, celebrities, and idiots in my lifetime,” she began smoothly. “Rarely do I see two people who look at each other the way you two do.” A small smirk. “You didn’t start pretty. You didn’t start easy. You started complicated, inconvenient, and mildly suspicious.” A few laughs. “But somewhere between survival and stubbornness, you chose each other. And that’s the part that matters. Not the chaos. Not the history. The choice.”

I needed a drink, something strong enough to erase the memory of Valeria beneath me, lips swollen from my kisses, pulse beating under the place I could never allow myself to mark. I had spent years training every instinct that came with being a Romanov Alpha. I had learned when to speak, when to fight, when to kill, and when restraint mattered more than strength. Then Valeria Morozova arrived and I behaved like a newly shifted wolf who had no idea how to control himself around a woman. I turned toward my office and stopped when Elena’s voice reached me. She stood by an arched window, the courtyard spread below, dressed in a fitted black dress that left very little to the imagination. The fai