Mr Cedric Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Eric wondered if his little brother was being a bit hasty, but he still trusted his brother's poisonous eye for detecting talent and held his peace. He looked on without any change in expression. Sofia clenched her fists and looked straight at Chris; she didn’t flinch even though she was extremely nervous. After what seemed like a century, she heard the little young master say – “What was your theory?” “Young master is not the madam’s child.” Sofia bit her lips and exhaled “I know what I am saying sounds crazy considering you all witnessed young master being born.”

“Let her go.” Adrian released her. Sofia rubbed her wrist. Then she looked at me. “The first child wasn’t me.” I stared at her. “What?” “I was the first child Adrian used to convince Dante that he had lost a daughter.” My stomach dropped. Dante stood. “What are you saying?” Sofia looked directly at him. “I am your daughter.” She swallowed. “But I’m not the daughter you’ve been looking for.” Silence. Adrian’s face hardened. Sofia continued. “Your real firstborn was born years after me.” Dante stared at her. “Who?” Sofia looked at Valentina

She looked at me with so much admiration, it made me blush. "Oh my god, you are so pretty!" she squeaked, clasping her hands together. "Look at her hair, Greg! It’s like a shampoo commercial! Are you really okay? I heard you got shot right in the chest! That's so intense! Are you going to have a scar? I bet it’s a cool scar. I’m Sofia, by the way. I’m fourteen, and I already know I’m going to be a world-famous fashion designer." "Sofia, let her breathe," Greg said, stepping forward with a much quieter, shy smile. "Hi, Elena. I'm Greg. Welcome home. Sorry about her, she talks a lot."

I took the file from his hand, "Are you certain, Marco?" "Absolutely, boss. Every detail matches and her name is Sofia Chris." Sofia Chris? I flipped open the file, my eyes scanning the crisp print, devouring the information. Sofia Chris: Raised in the strictest traditions of the Southern Baptist Church, the family was prominent in the local congregation and known for outward piety, modesty, and unwavering obedience. Life dictated by scripture, church activities, and family expectations. Educated at home until college. Expected to marry within the community, perhaps to a pastor or a deacon's son. No known romantic entanglements except for Louis the man chosen by her family.

“The Vice-Principal Mr. Grey is afraid of Cedric’s father, and we think almost of the school staff did so too.” That’s a first and a total red flag that Cath couldn’t just brush off. For the fact that the school is a prestigious private institution, and one person especially a parent of one of the students shouldn’t be the center of it. Unless. “Monique, what is Cedric’s full name?” “Cedric Gideon mommy.” The little girl answer’s her directly and immediately blares the alarm inside her mind and a person is ringing to be the culprit. But to make sure, Cath asks.

“You can’t just show up unannounced and act like—” “Like what?” she interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “Like I care? Because I do, Teddy. Someone has to.” “Besides, dad said I could stay for the week,” Sofia said, pulling back but keeping her hands on his shoulders. Her gaze flicked past him, landing on me. “And who’s this?” I opened my mouth to introduce myself, but Theo beat me to it. “This is Cora,” he said, his tone oddly stiff. “Cora,” Sofia repeated, her voice lilting. She stepped around Theo and extended her hand with a dazzling smile. “Nice to meet you. I’m Sofia. I've heard so much about you from Cole.”

Your Majesty, I thought you might like to meet this lady," Elder Aldcirus came in with a smile. The woman behind him stepped forward. As she removed her hood, revealing her face, everyone present was taken aback. "I am Sofia, the new head of the witch clan. Alpha Wyatt, I'm here for a better future"

She looked at the girl beside Johnson. The girl looked up. She had her back leaned on her chair. “I am Sofia Rich. The Third Young Miss of the Eudoxcus Clan.” Her voice was firm and clear. “19 years old. Nice to meet you.” Sofia had a short pixie cut. Half of her hair has glittered. Her eyes were black, her eyelashes were not that long, she had a pointed nose. Her chin was up, and she sat prim and proper. Soheila arched her brow. She was amused by Sofia's formal way to introduce herself. This is rare since she often encounters people that laugh when they introduced themselves. Sometimes, they would be shy, just like Johnson.

Jeffrey said "Oh that is so cute," Sofia said "What about your mom, dad, and siblings?"Jeffrey asked. "Well I'm an only child and I'm currently an orphan" Sofia answered. "Oh my god I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to go there, I totally have no idea,” Jeffrey said. "Oh it's fine, it's been a long time ago and I'm okay with it," Sofia said calming Jeffrey down.

“You saved yourself. I just happened to be there.” Then, on January 20(th), in front of the Capital building, Miles places his hand on a bible and is sworn into office as the next president. I’m standing just behind him, his new wife, with our two girls, his step-daughters now, watching proudly. Before I met Miles, I never would have believed that my life could change like this. I’d been a lonely and neglected housewife with a childhood of abuse and parents who favored my sister more than me. I thought myself more a burden than anything else, believing that I had only been put on this earth to raise my two girls the best I could and nothing else.