Is Princess Sofia Adopted Novels & Stories

Still, guilt immediately crept into my chest. “Uh, Aria got sleepy and grumpy,” Chris explained casually. “So we wrapped things up earlier.” Then he looked down at me. “Right, baby?” I gave a tired nod. Fredo awkwardly cleared his throat. Sylvester finally exhaled and gestured toward him. “Fredo, this is Novaria,” he introduced calmly. “Princess, this is Fredo. He works with us.” He paused briefly. “And unfortunately, he’s also my best friend. Kind of.”

“She has a list of things to complete and she is nowhere to be found.” “She could not have been kidnapped right?” Jared asked worried but Betty snorted. “People had already learned a long time ago that it was better to kidnap the captain of the guards than the princess. The last time a group was stupid enough to do that, they returned her and confessed their crimes and that was when she was a teenager.” Betty said. Jared sighed as he did realized that his last hope that she did not know what happened had vanished. “I guess you are right Betty, her husband did something stupid enough to make her exclude herself from everybody.”

Here where girls were spit out to the first greedy hands that wanted them, just to be pressed into the ground even more. Maybe if I hadn’t been brought up in a place like this—in places like my first adoptive home or foster placement—the thought wouldn’t seem so ridiculous. Regular, unbroken people still had dreams, didn’t they? Princess. I scoffed. What a life that would be. I shrugged my bag further over my shoulder, ready to leave. There was nothing left for me here. “I want to adopt her.” The word fell heavy through Cliff’s door. The floor beneath my feet creaked as I froze, one step closer to the door. To my life after this place.

“Names?” “I’ll be Diana,” Claudia said dramatically. “A princess from a distant land.” Sofia laughed. “Then I’m Princess Sofia the First—wife to Prince Hugo of Disneyland.” Ava stared at them. “You two are unbelievable.” Before Sofia could reply, her phone rang. Madre(mom) She stepped aside. “Salve, madre,” she greeted smoothly. (“Greetings, mother.”) “How are you, Sofia?” “I’m fine. I heard you and father are in California—”

“I don’t want to be here, I am renouncing my pack membership, and I am done being friends!” “Wait.” Sebastian boomed. “You are to be quiet, and listen,” he warned. “I am Prince Sebastian, your father was a great man, he died shortly after your mother left with you.” he sighed. “You are indeed a Princess, and you are going to be Queen,” he said looking at Alpha Daniel. “She will be coming with me unless she wants to stay here, which with the way you have treated her, I doubt she wants to stay here.” “I will not have it, she is mine.” Alpha Daniel. “She is carrying my son's child.”

I shot back, my voice sharper than the IV needle I’d pulled out. “Your body would disagree,” he replied evenly, crossing his arms. “You were on the brink of a coma. If you hadn’t been brought here when you were—and if I hadn’t cut my vacation short to perform surgery—you wouldn’t be standing here arguing with me.” I clenched my jaw, refusing to acknowledge his point. “I’m the Alpha Princess. Royal blood runs through my veins. I would’ve healed.” The doctor raised a brow, unimpressed. “Your royal blood wouldn’t have restarted circulation to your brain. Without intervention, Princess, you wouldn’t have survived.”

She picked one and puts in her mouth. “How they treated me was worse than how a maid would have been treated. Why was I unfortunate to be birthed by these couple? What sin have I committed in my past life that karma was waiting for me right from the moment that I was born?....” Sophia went on to tell Claire how she'd been treated. Being swapped at birth and how she returned to a parent who aren't interested in her return. Then Diana's plots, scheme, Kabir's betrayal and till the moment when circumstances brought her across Amil.

Andrea asked. Knowing that this girl was related to her added to Andrea’s rage. Sofia shook her head, "I'm not sure!" She had been studying abroad and had been passed on from places to places so it was hard to tell who had originally kidnapped her. Andrea did not ask more questions. The girl was still shaken. “For now,get some rest and feel at ease here,you’re safe now,tomorrow I will check your pulse again." Andrea arranged her hair for her and smiled, "Are you hungry?let's go eat something first!"

' He tells me with a smirk. And that was how my suffering began. I became a maid in a palace where I used to be a princess. A soft yet painful chuckle escaped my lips as I approached the pack brothers. I had been living in the pack now for two years as a maid, with no food nor shelter.

“I saw Hope’s records from two years ago. Her injuries and burns were so severe she could only have gotten them from some sort of explosion.” “You found her medical records?” Chris asked. Of course they wouldn’t find her records no matter how hard they look since the Alexeevs have their own doctors to begin with. I bet they also have their own hospital in their courtyard, too. But still, Jasmine died that day, and on that same day, Hope was born. They were one and the same person, but the difference was worlds apart. Jasmine was just a normal girl, while Hope was a mafia princess. “But how did Jasmine end up with Nikolai?” I asked Chris. That was a black hole I’ve been trying to solve since