How Old Is Sofia The First Novels & Stories

She didn't even wait for Finn to reply to her and she left almost immediately. Sofia returned 2 minutes later with her second and also, last child, Hannah. Hannah was 22 years old, plus, she was tall and had black hair. She was fair and beautiful, but everyone could tell that Vanessa was more beautiful. “You should get along with your fiance, Hannah”. Sofia excitedly announced, before she gently pushed Hannah towards Finn, so that she would stand close to him. “You have a fianceè? And what's your true identity, Finn? Why are they treating you so nicely as if you're an important figure?”. Vanessa was curious, so she asked.

And the changes didn't go unnoticed by the younger, who mentally growned for letting Stefanos get noticed. From the top of the staircase, walked down Sofia de Vesilios in all her Luna glory and elegance. She peered down at her son, her face thick with makeup to hide the never ending wrinkles that formed around her face. A few of her hairs had turned grey, but Sofia knew best how to hide her old age behind heavy silk gowns and jewels and diamonds.

Rose chuckled. “You know, I really miss the good old days, and sometimes I wonder why I and my aunt would be age-mates,” Rose laughed, and Sofia joined her. “I think you forgot to add the part that you are also a week older than me,” Sofia added, and they both burst out in laughter again. “Well, you wouldn’t blame my mom. She gave birth at an early age of 14 after being raped. Then, 20 years later, she got married and became pregnant with me”

She wants to talk. Celeste drives to meet her. She comes home that evening, quiet but not sad. "She needed to be heard," Celeste says. "Did you hear her?" "I tried." "That's all anyone can do." --- Winter is coming. Sofia is eleven now — nearly a teenager, with opinions and moods and a fierce sense of justice. She argues with Celeste about homework, about screen time, about the shape of the future. "She's challenging," I say. "She's strong."

She has barely spoken ten words since we left the hospital but life was slowly returning to her eyes. I felt sad. She was a young woman just like me before she was taken away, five years of her life had been stolen. From what Nikolai told me and her looks, I guessed she was in her late twenties or early thirties now. Sometimes I forget how older than myself my husband was, he was literally months away from forty. “I will order them right away and we can eat together like old times.” Nikolai said to her. Sofiya nodded for the umpteenth time and then slowly looked up towards me.

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

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.

Timothy having such a sharp tongue. Timothy's expression grew severe. “If you have something to say, hurry up and spit it out, then you can leave.” Sofia smiled delicately. “Mr. Timothy, it seems to me that you like Hazel very much. You like older women, don’t you? I’m twenty-eight years old this year. That should be the most ideal age for you. If you don’t mind, I can serve you just as well.” Sofia wanted to steal Timothy right from under Hazel’s nose. After all, the young Timothy was several times better than an old man like Lucas.

, she ordered pulling out her money from her purse, and I dig in my pocket pulling out mine. "So Lara, how old are you, Nate has told me so many things about you, well he certainly didn't tell me right about one thing", Evie gushed and my heart thudded in happiness, was I about to make my first ever female friend?! "I just turned 17, and what thing?" I asked curiously and she chuckled pulling my cheeks. "You're much more adorable than what he told me", She winked making me blush as I give her a shy smile playing with my fingers.

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?”