Grown Up Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Even Alex was staring at me. I looked at them, noticing a few similarities like the color of their hair – dark brown and shocked expressions. I blinked, gulping and wondering if I asked something wrong. “Um, wine?” maybe the rich drink wine. Sofia was the first to regain, she smiled – a smile that brightened up her face. “I don’t think any of Alex’s girlfriends have ever asked me that before. They usually ask me to get them something since I am younger.” I stared at her acne free face. “How old are you?”

I should have known there was a reason why. Compassion is what Sofia excels in. “You have a point because that shit hit while talking with the young girl. You should know both father and son are now on my kill list.” I growl, beginning to walk in the same direction Maya did. I stop when I realize something. “Hold up, has someone like her even been Queen before?” I ask Sofia. I can hear her grinning over the phone. “No. That’s why she’s not just our Queen.”

The philosophical surrender of a five-year-old whose body had decided, regardless of what the day contained, that rest was required. Sofia did not sleep. She sat with her hands folded in her lap and she looked at the road and she said nothing for forty minutes. Then she said, "Will we go back?" "To Millbrook?" Elena said. "To the grave," Sofia said. Elena looked at the road. "Yes," she said. "We'll go back." "The stone has the wrong name on it," Sofia said. Elena looked at Dominic. He looked at the road. "We'll fix it," Elena said.

And according to the destination… Sofia was going back to New York. For the first time in three months, it felt like the distance between us had suddenly become much smaller.

Sofia sat propped up against the hospital pillows, the afternoon sunlight casting a gentle glow across the room. She was growing stronger each day, though her body still ached and fatigue lingered. Luca sat beside her on the bed, one arm wrapped carefully around her shoulders, his large hand resting protectively over her stomach. “I still remember the day papà brought me home,” Sofia whispered, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “I was seven. Scared, quiet, with nothing but the clothes on my back. I didn’t know how to fit into a family like yours.”

THE STORY OF SOFIA AND DRACO A summary in entries This is what happened, from the beginning. A twenty-year-old Omega named Sofia Fletcher was put on an auction platform in a slave house. She had been there for four years. Before that she had been rejected by the Alpha who was supposed to be her fated mate publicly, on his coronation day, and tortured, and sold. She had spent four years learning the specific art of surviving. She was very good at it. A man walked into the auction house. Every person in the room dropped their eyes. She did not drop hers. She looked back. He found her across the dark and his gaze held hers and something was decided that neither of them had been consulted on.

I blurted, my words coming out as a whisper. His eyes shifted back and forth as he held on to my gaze. “I am the king.” 2 Sofia Four Years Later I lifted my suitcase onto my old bed then opened the lid. Stacks of jeans, tops, and dresses were inside, all the things I wore while I was at university in Milan. For four years, I studied business and poetry. I learned everything I possibly could about running a business, operating a company that was ethical, that treated its employees with dignity, and how to keep a business open for decades.

Pain shot through Sofia's ribs. She got up slowly, said nothing, and went back to undoing his collar. Leon started to struggle, then realized she was only changing him into dry clothes. He felt a little let down, but mostly he was humiliated and angry. "Why has Lola been ignoring me lately? Have you been badmouthing me to her?" Only at the mention of me did Sofia react. She gathered her things, stood up, and said, "Lola is growing up. She needs a father, not a family heir who does nothing but get drunk and smash doors."

Prolouge. One and a half years earlier. The dinner in Spain. Sofia was on the opposite side of the room, while Vincenzo secretly admired her beauty. It had been two hours, not the Sofia caught Vincenzo attention without her even knowing. Her smile alone was so alluring, and Vincenzo wanted to be the reason she smiled every day, but he was afraid of what she would think of him. For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid.

I winced in pain. With another word, he carried him into his strong arms and laid me on the couch. I protested when he tried to remove my heels but I gave up when I saw that he would not take No for an answer. He placed my legs on his lap and began massaging them. I wanted to disappear into thin air. They probably going to think I am always this clumsy. “Is she human?” The mom voiced out, breaking the silence. Oh great, not only does she think I’m clumsy but now a weak creature. Way to go, Sofiya, such an epic way to create a first impression.