Novel & Cerita Mom's The Word Sofia The First

She kept talking about how she would spend the two thousand dollars just on me. When I did not respond, she assumed I was sulking. Her tone began to change. “Anna, I already said I’m sorry! What else do you want from me? Are you seriously going to ignore me forever? Stop sulking, okay?” I drifted beside her and said, “Mom.” She could not hear a thing. Mom had a prideful temper. She was not going to keep begging. She walked away and joined a card game. It was not until midnight, just before the fireworks, that she came to knock on the door again.

asked Soffia with a sad face. "Soffia, listen to Miss Sienna. Soffia may treat Miss Sienna as Soffia's mommy; Miss won't be a problem at all, but Miss can't marry Soffia's dad; it takes processing, honey. Does Soffia understand?" Sienna explained carefully, hoping Soffia would be able to understand it. Yes, Miss, Soffia understands," Soffia replied with a sweet smile, making Sienna feel exasperated. "So, can Soffia call Miss Sienna Mommy?" asked Sofia.

"Don't blame me for not warning you earlier. If you help me, I'm more than willing to give you a million dollars, and the medical expenses won't be an issue anymore. But if you remain clueless, helplessly watch your mother deteriorate and die soon." Upon hearing this, Annie had fear and disappointment brimming in her wide eyes and couldn't help but exclaim, "Sofia, how can you say such heartless things? She's still your mother!" Annie raised her voice as a reminder, but it was clear that Sofia paid no attention to this. She scoffed and looked disdainfully at Annie before intimately wrapping her arm around Calliope's and sweetly saying, "Mother? Is she worthy of being my mom? I only have one

Riley’s breath caught. “I was just… scared of losing you.” “You didn’t lose me,” Riley said immediately, her voice breaking. “You never did.” Sofia’s lips trembled into a faint smile. “Good.” Her eyes softened. “You’ll be a good mother to your babies.” Riley froze. “How did you…” “I see things… sometimes,” Sofia murmured weakly. Her grip loosened slightly. “I’m glad… it’s you.” Riley shook her head frantically. “Stay with me, Sofia. Please just stay…”

The last shred of doubt vanished from her face, replaced instantly by an overwhelming surge of maternal grief and relief. "My baby!" my mom sobbed, throwing herself forward. She caught Sofia in her arms, burying her face in Sofia's shoulder before pulling back to cup her cheeks. Tears poured down my mom's face as she rocked her. "I’m sorry... I’m so sorry! Mummy didn’t believe it was you! Forgive me, my baby!" Sofia melted into the embrace, burying her face in my mom's neck, but over her shoulder, her eyes flickered open. She looked directly across the ballroom, her gaze locking onto mine with a cold, sickening smirk of absolute victory.

"This is the first step —" "Let him be with you.Hire him and let yourself for awhile with his presence.Let me see if after that you will still going to have some failed dates and i will just let you decide for it and not lay my hands whenever i want,whoever he will be and wherever he is right now. "What are you —practice?What kind of practice"Sofia tightly close her eyes while her mom celebrated at the couch ,infront of her when suddenly she became quiet again. Sofia open her eyes to look for a why but her mom's eyes is too wide she is about to get a heart attack by the horrible idea she have in mind.

"She's my mom! Give her back to me!" "She's not," Sofia replied equally firmly. "My mom loves pasta and horror movies. She's not your mom." Jamie looked at me with pleading eyes, grabbing my index finger. "Mom, you love vegetables best and never watch horror movies, right?" I gently pried Jamie's hand off and put Sofia's backpack on her shoulders, kissing her cheek. "Sweetie, can you go home by yourself tonight?" Sofia nodded and left, her backpack swinging. Jamie's eyes dimmed as he watched me send Sofia away.

"Mommy, mommy, all you ever say is mommy. And which mommy do you mean?" "Sofia. Sofia is my mommy." She pinched my cheek, exasperated that I wouldn't come around. "She's not your mother. You're Moreno blood, and you have to come back to the Moreno family."

Lucas quickly comforted her, saying, "Ms. Lamont, even though you're not our mommy, Cheryl and I still like you." The smile on Ivana's face slowly faded, and her eyes were filled with disgust. "After spending time with Yara, you look down on your own mother, huh? If I'd known you'd be such little ingrates, I should have strangled you both at birth!" Cheryl and Lucas shrank into a corner of their bed. They were too terrified to even breathe. "I was unfortunate enough to give birth to you two useless pups! If you dare bring up Yara in front of me again, I won't show you mercy next time!" Ivana spat.

“I knew your mother.” My breath caught. For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. Because this was the second stranger in less than a week who had mentioned my mother. That couldn’t be a coincidence. It simply couldn’t. “What did you say?” I whispered. “I knew your mother,” he repeated. My hand tightened around the edge of the table beside me. “No.” His voice softened. “Sofia—” “How do you know my mother?” The question came out sharper than I intended.