Lirik Lagu Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Sofia had a sly grin on he face, this was just her first plan and for some reason, she feels like she would get what she was here for. Sofia wasn't sure yet how she was going to put her first plan into place, all she wanted for now, was to get Axel drugged. She had booked a room already, which she plan on pulling him into when he comes out of the hall. Which was sure to happen, by the time the aphrodisiac starts working on his body. No matter how he pushes her away, she would cling to him so tight, and the drug would be sure to take effect.

Sofia stood there in a tight red dress and sharp heels, her eyes blazing, her chest heaving. She looked like she had fought her way through every guard in the house. She spotted Lorenzo and her face softened into something pitiful, almost tearful. "Lorenzo. I have been wanting to see you. Why have you been avoiding me?" Lorenzo's voice was flat. Empty. "I never want to see you again." Sofia stepped closer. "You can't do that to me. I have been in your life since…I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just love you. I love you more than that boy ever could…"

"This love stuff is stupid! Nothing but lies from the internet! I should have never tried." Sting felt shattered. He hasn't felt this way before at all. He holds his chest and feels his heart beat. "I... I... I think I like her." Sting said. "I have to try again. I'm really sorry Sofia... For all that I have done to you." Sting added. Sting goes back to his house. The next morning... "Come on Sofia, wake up!" Sarah says shaking Sofia awake. "What is it Sarah? Why won't you let me sleep in peace?" Sofia complained covering her face with a pillow.

Not like that. - Sofia, I know I destroyed everything ... But I love you. And I need you. I don't want to lose you. Please leave me a chance ... I took a step towards her and, this time, I did not let her go back. I took her in my arms with all the strength of despair. She struggled first, hitting my shoulders with her fists, shouting her pain in the face. But little by little, she stopped resisting. Her tears were more intense, and she collapsed against my chest, grabbing my shirt as if she were looking for an anchor in this storm.

Sofia’s POV “Ma’am?” She echoed as she turned her head until she was staring at me. I breathed out an exasperated sigh and resisted the urge to throw my arms around as I started to speak almost immediately. “It’s Sofia, and not ma’am.” I said to her firstly, watching as she stared at me confusingly for a few moments before realization started to cross her face in the next moment.

Peaceful. Too peaceful. I took her hand and pressed it to my chest. “My heart still beats,” I murmured. “It’s still yours. You just have to follow it back.” She didn’t move. I tried again. “I remember the first time you touched me. You didn’t know it then, but I did. I felt it. You were mine before you even spoke my name.” Still nothing. My voice broke. “You said I was the only place you ever felt like home. So come back. Come back to me, Sofia.”

Another voice replied, its tone neutral. "Should we splash water on her?" A third voice asked. "We can't, our hands and legs are tied too," The first voice said, scrunched in frustration. Sofia opened her eyes weakly, her face contorted in pain. She groaned. "She is waking up," The second voice said, her tone lighting up with hope. "Hey, wake up," The first voice said, its face leaning in close. "Where am I?" Sofia asked weakly, her eyes scanning the room.

Sofia, who had been angry a second ago, was stunned upon hearing my words, then she laughed happily, and then I watched as she dangled a key in my eyes. My heart shook and my body trembled as I looked at the key with her. “How familiar!” I thought then reached out my hand to grab it from Sofia but she dodged my hand and kept It in her pocket. I swallowed, looked at them, and decided to stay calm, I knew they needed me for something so I couldn't rush. I might have been blinded by familiar love before the betrayal so I didn't think much of their scheme but now that I could see clearly, it bothers me less. But Sofia had passed her boundary going as far as to steal my song which I had kept hidd

Sofía covered her mouth, unable to believe what she was seeing. “Adrián…” she whispered. “Your voice calmed him. I can’t believe it.” He looked down at his son, moved to the core. “Look how he looks at me…” he said, emotional. “I don’t know if he sees me or if he only hears me, but I know he feels me.” Sofía knelt beside him, tears in her eyes. “I want you to teach me that song. I don’t remember what my parents used to sing to me… I swear I don’t. I remember the last few years, the accident… but not those beautiful things. And hearing you sing like that gives me peace.”

“While we assess how many of those ‘everyones’ are harmless gossip addicts and how many are the ones who sent you the fence pictures.” “Which you still haven’t shown me,” I say. He lifts a brow. “I thought you’d had enough nightmares for one night,” he says. “Jace has them. He’ll go over them with you after breakfast.” “Lucky me,” I mutter. Sofie bangs her spoon on the table. “I sing song!” she declares. “From ’puter!” I blink. “From what?” “From ’puter,” she insists. “Mama song. Wolf song.”