Princess Sofia Books Novels & Stories

“It’s only me and queen Sarah who know about the box, Princess. At that time, Queen Sarah is under the supervision of the forest fairies who collaborate with the Black Witch. At that time, the Kingdom is not in good condition. King Darian is focusing on defending the Kingdom. So, Queen Sarah chose to keep a secret about the threat of the forest fairy. Then she left all the predictions about your future in a book. A magical book that will only be able to be read when the time has come. Then disappear after the time has elapsed. She is placing the book in a box of a thousand faces belonging to her. This is the box.” The faces of everyone in the room turned tense. They tried to figure out what

He holds a blade in each hand, his grin visible even in the gloom. Twelve guns are pointed at Sofia Greco. But she doesn't look at them. She looks at me. Her eyes are wide, manic, filled with a hatred so pure it feels like heat radiating off a fire. She is shaking, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "You trap me?" she whispers. "In a church? You think God will forgive this?" "God isn't here, Sofia," I say calmly. "Only us." I stand up. The movement is slow, deliberate. I smooth the front of my white suit. I step away from the chair, closing the distance between us until only five feet of stone floor separate the Queen from the Princess.

And then, little by little, the words change in nature. From light, they become heavy. From social, they become political. "What do you want, exactly, Tara?" asks Valentina, cigarette between her fingers. I answer without detour: "What every king fears most: a queen who no longer needs him." A dense silence settles. Bianca bursts out laughing, Nyah raises her glass. Mae Lin nods. Sofia murmurs: "So this isn't a party. It's a coronation." I smile. "No, Sofia. It's a declaration of war."

"Look at you. Did you do your hair yourself?" "Sophie did it. She said I look like a princess." She walked out the bed she was leaning on and twirled. Her yellow dressed, dunked in rhinestones catching the light. "You do. You look beautiful. Like…what's she called?" She giggled, clapping her hands. “Sofia!! It's Sofia the first!!!” “Right, Sofia, except with a yellow dress.” I don't even remember packing that. Did the hospital buy 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.

“You’re right, Emilio. And I’m grateful to have a friend like you. In the corner of Sofia’s room, bathed in the gentle glow of fairy lights, Skylar sat cross-legged on the floor, her warm brown eyes sparkling with genuine interest as she engaged Sofia in conversation. Meanwhile, Skylar’s sons and Valentina giggled as they tossed around the oversized stuffed animals scattered across Sofia’s bed. “So, Sofia,” Skylar began, her voice soft yet full of warmth, “do you have any favourite books?” Sofia’s eyes lit up with excitement at the question. “Oh, definitely! I love fantasy novels, especially ones with dragons and magic,” she replied eagerly, gesturing towards the shelves lined with well-worn

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

I start letting myself believe that it’s a nightmare and I will wake up soon. And though I’m the Mafia's princess, I feel anything but royalty. I would give it all up just to hold my husband once more. The words that Bianca said earlier come rushing back. How am I going to deal with this? They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But I wonder what they would say revenge leads to?

She sighs, leaning against the counter and closing her eyes. “I can still see them in bed together when I close my eyes. Still hear their lewd moans.” Her voice cracks, and I am up on my feet, pulling my Princess into my arms, and slowly rubbing her back to soothe the pain away, although part of me wishes I could help her forget by having her in my bed learning what it means to be with a man who will worship the ground she walks on.