How Old Is Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Sofia looked at me with an ache in her eyes and said quietly, "Children are the most honest of all. She wouldn't be fooled by a few words from me. Leon, ask yourself honestly, do you really love Lola?" A chill suddenly ran down my back. In my last life, when I was ten, Sofia had said the exact same words to Leon. Back then, someone at school had mocked me for being a wild child raised by a stepmother. I couldn't take it, and I went home and cried in Sofia's arms for a long time. When Leon came home and heard what had happened, instead of comforting me, he snapped at Sofia, "If it weren't for you, Lola wouldn't have gotten bullied."

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.”

Today is Sofia's first ultrasound and I can't help remembering the last day I had with Savannah. This is bittersweet and Sofia understands. Dr. Andreas walks in the room and takes a seat by Sofia. She's an older Latina doctor in her sixties and Sofia loves her. She wanted a doctor who would be accepting of our lifestyle. I wasn't happy when the doctor said Sofia could ride on the back of my bike with a helmet for as long as she was comfortable. No, not happy at all.

It was Agent Gabriel, smiling, “Quite the dance floor, isn't it?". Georgina grinning surprisingly, "Absolutely. It's like a world of its own with all these silent dancers." Agent Gabriel nodded understandingly before continuing. “Indeed, it's quite a unique experience. I see you're enjoying it with your little one. She's adorable." Georgina looked at Sofia proudly and said, "Thank you. Her name's Sofia." Agent Gabriel raising an eyebrow, “Sofia, huh? That's a beautiful name. How old is she?". Georgina replied “Just a few months old."

“Lied about what?” “I am not Clara. I am not the woman you think I am. Yes, I knew Clara and your brother Rotip, and that is how I came to know all the stories about the cave. But my real name is Sofia, and I am twenty five” I felt instantly puzzled “What are you trying to say?”

Sofiya I just got a call telling me that I've been accepted to be a surrogate mother. I'm happy and scared at the same time. I'm 25 years old and my name is Sofiya Wendel. Ethan is the name of my little brother. When my brother was born, our mother died, leaving me with a new baby. I didn't know anything about babies or how to care for them at that point. I was able to raise him with the help of God and our good neighbor, Miss Maria. The doctors found out that he has a heart problem and that he needs surgery as soon as possible before his condition gets worse.

{SOFIA'S BIRTHDAY~I} SOFIA'S POV~ It had been two weeks since the incident which was now resolved. Two weeks now which meant it was my twentieth birthday today and also meant that I was five month pregnant. I was happy to finally be twenty but I also missed my family so much because I was not able to celebrate with them. If I was at the apartment with the girls, they would have woken me up by midnight and wished me a happy birthday with a small cake that would have candles lit up.

she chuckles shaking her head, “I can’t believe that we all know and that no one has said anything to her.” My eyes went wide, “Our Alpha’s would have killed us, not to mention Uncle Brad and Aunt Charlie,” I visibly shivered, and they both laugh. I helped Sofia and Brooklyn get ready for the party Sofia is younger than Brooklyn by 10 months but is taller and thicker and already showing curves and well Brooklyn isn’t. Sweet little Brooklyn has her Daddy’s dark blue eyes and his hair, it’s so black and shiny and her curls fall just perfectly. I stand back looking at the two of them as they gush over one another’s look. I couldn't help but tell Brooklyn she looked like a doll.

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.

It wasn't hard to decipher that he wanted to meet her, Leonard noticed Freya smirking in amusement as she tried hard to not smile at the quiet young man's interest in her mother in law. She nodded and went to call her, it wasn't a lie that Sofia even after having 28 years old son was extremely beautiful and looked way younger than her usual age. Her striking grey eyes and pale skin complimented her pink full lips and chubby cheeks. Sofia was an angelic beauty and no man could resist her, no wonder Ajax was insecure and too possessive but he failed to understand one thing about her. That she would rather die than to betray or cheat her husband, the one she vowed to love, cherish and respect h