Princess Sofia Books Novels & Stories

SOFIA I sit on a fallen log at the edge of the hunting grounds, my hands shaking as I dab antiseptic on the claw marks. Every throb of pain reminds me of Andrew's voice calling Anne's name while I fought for my life. The betrayal sits like acid in my stomach. Three years of marriage, and when I screamed for help, he ran the other way. "Sofia?" I look up to find Anne approaching with a covered plate, her face arranged in perfect concern. The woman has somehow found time to change from her hunting clothes into a flowing dress and brush her hair until it gleams.

one of them said, his tone rigid. I smiled coldly. The next moment, my hand swung, the sharp crack of my slap echoing in the hallway. "I am the king's future wife," I hissed, my voice dripping with venom. "I am Vincent's Luna, open the door immediately." They didn't move. Not a single one. Their silence burned hotter than fire. My face went pale with fury. I could feel eyes watching from nearby corridors, servants, soldiers, guards, all seeing me, Dane, the future queen, being denied entry like some unimportant stranger.

Fucked her against the concrete wall while telling her stories about the others, how Elena was thriving in the safehouse, how Harper had stopped trying to leave the cabin, how Valentina ran the penthouse like a queen now, how Camila rode shotgun across continents and Leila ruled that island like a dark goddess. Sofia pushed back hard some days. Tried to escape twice. Both times he caught her, spanked her ass raw, then fucked her so good she cried from the pleasure. One night he took her upstairs to a bigger room with windows. Showed her the files on every woman. The messages they’d sent after choosing to stay. Proof they were happier, freer, more themselves than they’d ever been. Sofia read

Sofia The Vampire Princess This was absolute madness. She wanted to fall on the floor, scream and shout her frustrations away. But, alas, she and Alexandria had to pull through or they would lose kingdoms in the absence of the three kings. "I've been trying to reach Oliver but he is not answering." She uttered softly. Mindful of the adorable female pup she was holding in her arms, who was throwing a grand fit. Sofia felt like crying, too. Still processing their failures, with no idea how to tell her brother, knowing how he would take the news.

I explained to Sonia what had happened and she sighed with her hand over her face. "Of course, you don't lie to me, you only withhold. I believe you but one thing you must understand is that Sofia did not leave because of that" "Did you listen to a word I said? She caught--" "Sofia is the Mafia Princess" Sonia suddenly interrupted me and my eyes dimmed in confusion, "What? What's that supposed to mean?" My runner looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Sofia is the long-lost Di Marco Princess"

“Well, they’re not coming after Sofia because you’re a prince, and also Sofia is an easy target.” “Sofia is a princess, and since I’m a prince, I can order them to stop.” “Order them? They’re witches; they don’t take orders from you.” “Oh… right, I forgot.” Sometimes I think I don’t even live in this kingdom with the way I either forget things or flat-out don’t know some things. “So what do I do?”

Did he see through her? Sofia laughed dryly. “If Arthur has decided to ghost me and move on, then that’s his loss. I’m not going to sit here and mope. I’m a princess. I always get what I want in the end.” William offered her a small smile. Sofia had to work from curling her lips in a sneer. She didn’t need his pity. She was stronger than he gave her credit for. Even from a hospital bed, she could get what she wanted. And what she wanted was Arthur.

"Its an advice, princess, work for me. " I wasn't going to accept but something about that princess he called me just made my insides melt. "Why do you even want me to work for you? You don't know me and I sure as hell despise you with the little I know about you. What do I even have to do for you? You told me you have everything right? So what do I have to do for you?"

The princess suggested. Or we might be right after all. Woon thought so as his mind fled to one particular scene that happened in the palace. The princess was bringing two volumes of book out from his brother’s personal study room and the young prince followed her behind towards the kiosk in the garden. In there they had silent afternoon tea as they quietly read their respective books.

Prolouge. One and a half years earlier. The dinner in Spain. Sofia was on the opposite side of the room, while Vincenzo secretly admired her beauty. It had been two hours, not the Sofia caught Vincenzo attention without her even knowing. Her smile alone was so alluring, and Vincenzo wanted to be the reason she smiled every day, but he was afraid of what she would think of him. For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid.