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

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."

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.

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.

"I'm so glad you could join us today." Sofia curtsied, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Maybe this function wouldn't be so bad after all. But as she rose from her curtsy, she caught sight of a piece of paper on the floor near the throne. It was a note, written in the same handwriting as the other mysterious notes she had received. Sofia's heart skipped a beat as she read the words: "Be careful, Princess. You're not safe here." What did the note mean? And who could have written it?

I said, trying to sound casual. To be honest, I was completely taken aback by the sight before me. Sofia stood there, her usually neat and tidy hair was now a mess, and the unmistakable scent of alcohol wafted off her. It was as if time had slowed down, and all I could do was stare at her, absorbing every detail. Her dress was a stunning shade of darkness, and it clung to her curves, showcasing her elegance. It was just like the dress she had worn when I had taken her out. The way the fabric shimmered in the dim light seem to have casted a spell on me, making me feel as if I were in a dream.

“Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.” Miriam gasped, not only at the treachery but because of the notion that she herself had been deemed to be worth so little. She didn’t blame Ketil for that; his offer had been a generous one. “We’ll pass.” Daphne looked astounded, until the self-appointed leader of the two villains added, “I’m more interested in your body, yellow hair, and once we’re ashore I can guarantee you a good time.” The oarsman suddenly let fly with his pole, the flat blade of which caught Sassa unawares, and she dropped like a stone, t

The middle-aged woman looked around before she whispered. "I heard that the Princess was interested in the books that you had here." The bulky man knitted his brows. "The books that I had, was there anything that a child like the Princess might be interested in?" "I don't know." The middle-aged woman shook her head. The bulky man was perplexed. Why was a pampered princess like her taking an interest in the books that he had? The books in his store were something that would surely be bought by His Highness, Imperial Prince Vernon. But Princess Minerva? Didn't she just turn five recently? Surely, what she was studying for now was about etiquette and magic.

"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?