How Old Is Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Sofia shook her head immediately. “Nope! It’s a surprise,” she said, pouting playfully. “Come on!” Rolex chuckled. That pout again. He had noticed it more than once now. The way she whined. Her pink outfit. Her colorful nails. Her hair styled into two cute buns. Everything about her gave off a soft, playful charm. Cute. Almost too cute. He tilted his head slightly. “How old are you?” he asked carefully. “Sixteen,” she replied, pouting again. “I knew you’d ask.”

"What's date today?" "December 21st!" Charisha boomed.. "Oh, So, I'm just gone for like days?" She ask curiously "Pumpkin," Mike started but I cut him off. "Baby, Sofia is already one year old, she was born the day Aleck took over you" I said in a low voice, I'm being emotional and so the others, I felt Cailly stiffen.

I guess at some point, I couldn't hear my inner thoughts any longer, due to Harrieth's scream. Everywhere was chaotic for a while. Everyone was so excited to see him. I was happy, the family was complete again. After like 10 long minutes of excitement and screams, mom drew everyone's attention to someone they all didn't seem to notice. "Luca, is she the one?" She walked towards Sofiah with a smile. It was only in a rare case, that one would look at Sofiah, without thinking of how beautiful she was. Sofiah would probably be in her late thirties or early fourties, but still had the body of a 28 year old.

Her fingers traced invisible patterns on the wooden desk as memories she had long buried began to surface. Sofia had been just eight years old when she realized that being born a Montero came with expectations. The men were celebrated, their achievements plastered across headlines, their ambitions fostered and supported. The women, however, were little more than shadows expected to exist quietly in the background. Sofia had refused to accept that fate.

A comfortable air settling between them as they talked like civilized people and got to know about the other’s interests, finding them just as fascinating as they asked the other about them. By desert, they were talking about Marco’s love for astronomy and Sofia’s passion for mathematics. “I was a math-wiz,” Sofia chuckled at the memory. “Won countless international competitions and national ones too, I even got a scholarship to study at Princeton and I went there when I was 18.” She had a soft smile over her lips as she began to play around with the desert on her food.

"PLANNING A WEDDING WITH A SIX YEAR OLD IS NOT PLANNING A WEDDING. IT IS NEGOTIATING A PEACE TREATY WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS VERY STRONG OPINIONS AND NO INTENTION OF COMPROMISING." SOFIA

“She’s friends with my cousin. How would you like me to proceed with whatever you’re thinking? They even schemed against me together.” “That’s so bad.” Sofia looked shocked. “Isn’t that the same cousin who later married your ex?” I chuckled. “It was her own fault for choosing blindly. She was sixteen six years old, and she loved Timothy so much and wished to date him when she turned eighteen.” “She was damn young. Who did she go and meet in Paris?”

Sofia's POV I announced my retirement from the Second Chances Initiative on my fiftieth birthday, after twenty-five years of campaign management, foundation leadership, and advocacy work. It was time, Heron and I agreed, to focus on our daughter Maya and the life we'd built beyond the cause. "Twenty-five years," Blake said when I told him my decision. "You've been part of this since before Morrison's revenge was even exposed. Sofia, you've been essential to everything we've accomplished."

That I am a 500 years old werewolf who is actually her mate and searching for her for all these years? "She won't believe you. You have to make her fall in love with you." Sofie said, reading my mind. Sofie is a witch and a good friend of mine who I met only 20 years ago. "I have a plan. Contact her and ask her to plan an elite party for all the business people. She will be here. I will talk to her and befriend her." I told Sofie who was also impressed with my idea but after all the agreement about the party planning was made I realized she will be busy in preparing the party and won't even look at me or anyone else.

I am surprised she came home at all. My name is Sofia Jones, and I am seventeen years old. I am 5ft 4in, have long black hair that reaches my waist, and green eyes. I have never met my father. When I was five years old, I asked my mom why I didn't have a daddy, and she told me that it was because he never wanted me. My mom said he said he left because he told her to abort me, but she decided to keep me. I know what you are probably thinking. Why would my mom tell me that at five years old? Let's just say my mom isn't the best mom out there. She loves to party all of the time, has a new boyfriend almost every month, and is barely ever home.