Grown Up Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Sofia's POV It's almost two years had pass and my child will be turning two years old by next month. Everything that happened to me in the past still so fresh in my head. Forgetting all of it was so hard for me. I was living far away from Drake and even until now, I have no idea of what happened towards him. My friends keep visiting me in here because Blaze told them about my whereabouts. “Sofia…” Calithea called my name and which made me turn around my head towards her direction. I am here in the terrace attempting to freshen my mind. My son was with Cressida and Zehra. Yes, I gave birth with a boy and named Luke.

she asked with a sigh and slouched her back. Sofia stood up from where she sat and went to sit beside her bestie then held her hand in hers and gave them a small squeeze. “It's never too much to ask dear… even as a human being when it comes to your dignity and respect, nothing is actually too much to ask” she assured her and Audriana rests her head on her shoulder while she put her hand over her shoulder. “Maybe because it's my first… everything, not first date but he is my first kiss, my first, and I think my first love now” her lips quivered as she spoke and Sofia sighed.

he murmured, "we face it together. You and me against the world, remember?" Sofia nodded, drawing strength from his presence. "You and me," she agreed. As they stepped out into the bright afternoon sun, Sofia squared her shoulders. She was Sofia Russo, daughter of Marco Russo, lover of Luca Moretti, and a force to be reckoned with in her own right. Let the Rossi family try their best. They had no idea what was coming for them. The game was about to change, and Sofia was ready to play. With Luca by her side, she felt invincible.

Victoria was grateful for her family, feeling a pang of envy towards the original owner of her body, which only fueled her desire for more. "Victoria!" Sofia called out. "We have to head to the venue now." She glanced at her parents and greeted them with a smile. "Hi, I'm Sofia." "You're absolutely stunning," Sabby remarked. "I'm a huge fan of yours, Miss Sofia. I've seen almost all of your movies," Emmanuel added. Sofia blushed and could only manage an awkward smile. Despite being billionaires, Emmanuel and Sabby spoke like regular people. "Thank you so much," Sofia replied.

They were complete and a family, not only survivors. Sofia, who had become strong and confident, sat at the table with Liam and Elena. Even though they were fully grown adults, their kinship remained unbroken. Despite being in her early thirties, Elena maintained the same strong demeanour as a child, but she had developed into a kind and driven individual. Liam, meanwhile, had adopted a more taciturn stance, and his guarded manner concealed a heart full of affection for his family.

Grandma Violeta leaned on the sofa with a smile in her eyes, sneaking a glance at Sofia, the more she looked at this little girl in front of her, the more satisfied she was. She absently played the cards in her hand and opened her mouth to ask, "Sofia, were you always studying abroad before?" Sofia nodded and answered, "Yes." Grandma Violeta smiled, after this period of time, she also knew Sofia’s nature. She was quiet,not much of a talker but she was a nice girl. So, she continued to ask, "Do you have a boyfriend?" Sofia didn't think much about it and replied, "No."

On my sixteenth birthday, the day before my village was claimed for Fresonia, I rebuilt an entire home that had been burned down with merely a glance. My fellow villagers viewed me with awe–and envy. No one quite knew how this power came to be in my possession, but all we knew was that I was trying hard to prove myself worthy. I was out in a nearby field practicing my larger spells when I met him. Samuel, the first King of Fresonia. He studied my magical practices with a smile on his face. “What is your name, girl?” he asked, his voice smooth as butter. I gave him what I could only hope was a winning smile. “They call me Sofia.”

He abandoned his always-honest demeanor as Sherman spoke and began unscrupulously sizing up Sofia. 'Tsk, tsk… That little girl looks pretty fascinating.' Sherman had not been able to examine Sofia closely while at the North Sea Galaxy. He was captivated when he was close to her. 'Sofia is still young; she has not even turned 18 yet. She is not as sexy as Gigi, but she is more elegant. She looks stunning in that light pink mini dress.'

she finished softly. There was silence, and then chaos erupted Sofia shrieked, vaulted out of her chair, and hurled herself at Valentina, arms around her neck. “Mommy! Really?” “Careful, amore,” I warned, reaching to hold them both. “Mommy has a baby in her stomach.” Sofia immediately let go and dropped to her knees, pressing both hands gently against Valentina’s still-flat belly. “Hi, baby,” she whispered, utterly serious. “Please be a girl. Boys are disgusting.”

"Enzo doesn't mind, I just won't be going." "Okay," she nods, slapping her hand on my thigh. "Well, I'm going to the club. There is this new DJ, he is—" "A dj?" I raise an eyebrow. "Did you forget who you are Sofia? The rich heiress is an act, you are the daughter of a Don, you can't be running around like that." Sofia rolls her eyes in response, "It's just fun, Sasha." "The last time you had fun you got pregnant, did you forget?" I ask, my tone harsher but she doesn’t get offended in the slightest.