Princess Butterfly Sofia The First Novels & Stories

A faint, impressed murmur. Lysandra leaned toward my father and whispered something. Her lips barely moved. Her eyes gleamed with calculated malice. His shoulders twitched faintly, a tiny shudder that told me everything I needed to know and nothing I wanted to accept. “Father,” I said louder, desperation slicing through my voice like a blade. “Please. Look at me. Say something. Anything.” He did not blink. He did not even seem to breathe. The herald continued, as if reading a grocery list. “Multiple witnesses report that the princess attempted to stab Her Majesty this evening.”

I strode majestically over to where Lucia stood beside Santoro and stopped right in front of her, just inches away from her face. “First and foremost, I did not become a CEO overnight. I am Sofia Estaban, the firstborn and daughter of Carlos Estaban. Which makes the rightful heir to my father's empire.” I began making sure my voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. “Did you just hear that?” “Miss Sofia will really place Miss Lucia in her place this time. I can't wait for what's about to happen.” “The news outlets are about to go wild.” Giggles and murmurs filled the atmosphere and I smirked at the rising public speculation. Lucia just never learns, and I will keep teaching her various le

Today was her 18th birthday, and I came here to claim her as my mate and as the future Luna of my pack. "I'll now take my leave, Your Highnesses," the guard said after he escorted Morgana and me to our destination. Luna Cordelia and Alpha Archibald faced me with smiles, as well as their daughter, Princess Lysandra Hastings. We all bowed to each other as a sign of respect. Then, I looked at Princess Lysandra. Her hair had already turned white, and she possessed a very rare beauty.

On my sixteenth birthday, the day before my village was claimed for Fresonia, I rebuilt an entire home that had been burned down with merely a glance. My fellow villagers viewed me with awe–and envy. No one quite knew how this power came to be in my possession, but all we knew was that I was trying hard to prove myself worthy. I was out in a nearby field practicing my larger spells when I met him. Samuel, the first King of Fresonia. He studied my magical practices with a smile on his face. “What is your name, girl?” he asked, his voice smooth as butter. I gave him what I could only hope was a winning smile. “They call me Sofia.”

“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.”

She leaned in and whispered something in Sofia's ear. Sofia's gaze sharpened, and her smile froze. "Are you sure?" Anna nodded firmly. In the next second, Sofia's expression changed dramatically. She let out a sharp, panicked scream. "Has anyone seen my crown? My diamond crown is missing!" "What crown?" Vincent frowned immediately. "It was a coming-of-age gift from my father," Sofia said, her voice trembling as she forced out a sob. "It has five ten-carat diamonds on it. It's priceless."

Not haHazelNot blue. Gold. I looked like something out of a fiction book. LiAs’d walked straight out of some ancient story people only whispered about. No wonder everyone kept staring at me. Still rattled, I stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tight around me. Cassie stood there, smiling like nothing was off. “You look wonderful,” she said warmly. “Here, wear this. The kings have requested your presence for lunch.” She held up a sleek black gown, clearly expecting me to just… go with it.

A voice ranged out "Yes, you are doom and screwed" a voice from the stair case ranged out. We turn as our eyes wide open. Summoned one in his red robe and guards walking behind with the young boy. Princess Felicia’s mother and his son and then Sofia covered in bruises and blood over her face. She was on a slave gown chained across her feet and wrist. “Sister, Bumi brown shouted “What? Chapman shocked. If she is Sofia we are looking at then who is the Sofia behind us with us killing our men. They turned to look to Sofia who killed the men. The lady turns out to be the lady who fought in the tournament earlier on.

Sofia wore a black Godfather-style trench coat, her hair cut short, a red rose symbolizing family power pinned to her chest. In the past period, she had ruthlessly purged the family elders and become the youngest Godfather in history. She was no longer the delicate princess she once was. The innocence in her eyes was gone, replaced by the commanding presence of a ruler. "You sure you're not staying?" Sofia looked at me, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "You could be my second-in-command. We could run this city together." I shook my head, looking towards the departure gate. "I'm not cut out for an office. It'd make me rusty. Besides, Mom's got a lot of 'business' to wrap up in Sicily. There

Queen Isolde was the first to break it, her regal composure cracking slightly. "Spoons?" she exclaimed, her voice incredulous. "Iron spoons? My King, surely this man's recording device is faulty! Our daughter, the heir to the vast wealth of Equedore, wouldn't risk her reputation, our family's honor, for a couple of common eating utensils!"