Grown Up Sofia The First Novels & Stories

please refuse this marriage I beg you! "It's a very delicate situation Sofia... very delicate... I can't just refuse such a union!" "Have you gone crazy? You're going to marry me off like this for the sake of honor? You're crazy! Father no, refuse, say I'm disgusted... that I'm disgusted with him. Say I'm a lesbian and I intend to marry Judith soon and we're very happy... invent something, but I'm not marrying Petro He! Have you ever thought about Mirella? Have you thought about her feelings? She woke up early today and came back with a bunch of bags full of panties waiting for a wedding that is not going to happen... do something! I refuse to accept this marriage!"

“I need to hear it.” “I can’t give you a lot of details.” “The truth.” I bared my teeth, “let’s hear it.” “I’m a Russian Vampire princess.” I stared at her for a good few seconds before I laughed hard. Sofia didn’t seem amused. She appeared to be dead serious. “That’s the best you could come up with?” “You wanted to know the truth so I’m giving it to you. If you don’t want to believe me, that’s up to you.”

Sofia walked on Adrea’s other side, her dark hair loose over one shoulder, her expression bright and mischievous as always. “You look like you walked straight out of an editorial,” Sofia said, flicking a glance at Adrea’s gown. Adrea smiled. “I was hoping for ‘not a walking disaster’.” Anna laughed softly. “You are not allowed to downgrade yourself in my presence. Aris already does enough of that for the both of you.” Sofia snorted. “He is a peacock mother, we both know it. It is annoying.” Adrea huffed a laugh even as Sofia said, “That’s what makes him a downgrade.”

"These beasts have mates, like soulmates. Lovers chosen for them by the Moon Goddess, their deity." I nearly choked on my soup as I laughed bitterly. "I am not his soulmate. That's bullshit. I'd rather die than be tied to those monsters in any way." Sophie smirked, leaning closer. "Or you could find a way to kill him. You'll have plenty of chances to get close." "Don't even think about it," Madam Anna interrupted, her face suddenly serious. "Talking like that is a death wish. Many have tried, and none have succeeded. Your best option is to escape, dear. That's the only way you might survive."

Sof replied. "The members of the Midnight Pack who came back to the castle with us got out of their cars, and we walked over to where they were standing. My dad told some of the workers to show them to their rooms. I had Layla and her little sister Brittany stay behind. "Layla, this is my mate and your future Queen, Sofia," I said "Hello, My Queen," Layla said as she kneeled to Sofia. "You don't have to kneel to me, Layla, and you can call me Sofia," Sof said with a smile. Then she looked at Brittany. "Hello, Sweety," Sofia said to the sleepy Brittany, who didn't reply.

Sofia exhaled still with her calm demeanor, letting her father speak until he finished without interrupting him. "Daddy Sofia hasn't forgotten, Sofia knows that Arthur is my future husband but can it wait any longer? I've just started my business in Venice and I don't want it to stop just because I can't make it work." Sofia's return to her business is the reason why she never returned to France where she was born. "Leave everything Sofia Daddy will get someone else to work on it, you just need to come back and control it from afar." Sofia bites her lip and massages her temples, right. how long will she continue to avoid all this trouble?

SOFIA I sipped my alcohol and looked at the very charming man before me. He was saying, "first things first, Sofia," he paused and continued, leaning in closer to ensure I understood the gravity of his words. "I need to brief my company on this new project. While I may be the head, I can't possibly handle all the groundwork by myself, you know. It has to be done step by step, I would have done it all, but we need help."

The tension in his shoulders had coiled so tight he thought he might snap. He should have expected this. From the second he locked eyes with those five men in the café, he knew this moment would come. The past had never been the kind to stay buried, not for people like them. Not for men who lived in the shadows of power and blood. Sofia was different now. He had seen it in the steel of her gaze, the way she held herself—not just as a mother, not just as the girl he used to know, but as something else entirely. A woman carved by war and loss, by survival. The Bratva’s queen, they called her. And yet, to him, she was still Sofia. The girl he once watched scrape her knees climbing fences too hi

I find it ridiculous that I can’t decide on a damn cake topper from the catalog in front of me. “Can I weigh in?” A sweet voice from my side draws my attention from thoughts. Sofia tagged along with me today, and I’m happy to have her with me. She’s a sweet girl who is so naive. Sofia lives in a bubble and she believes in a fairytale that I want to tell her is real. However, she’s young. Freshly eighteen and totally clueless about the real world. Sofia is another example of the women in the mafia world. Sofia is surprisingly thrilled to have a baby, but she also believes it’s her only purpose. It’s upsetting to me because I realize how easily I could have been her if my father was still aliv

She looked at me with so much admiration, it made me blush. "Oh my god, you are so pretty!" she squeaked, clasping her hands together. "Look at her hair, Greg! It’s like a shampoo commercial! Are you really okay? I heard you got shot right in the chest! That's so intense! Are you going to have a scar? I bet it’s a cool scar. I’m Sofia, by the way. I’m fourteen, and I already know I’m going to be a world-famous fashion designer." "Sofia, let her breathe," Greg said, stepping forward with a much quieter, shy smile. "Hi, Elena. I'm Greg. Welcome home. Sorry about her, she talks a lot."