Princess Sofia Books Novels & Stories

“Hey Sao, she said quietly so only she could hear, you know how you have a secret that no one else here knows. “Yeah,” picking up that no one else was meant to hear she moved closer “I have a secret too, but I only just found out” “Really” Sao said, eyes wide and surprise. “Yes, do you know of Princess Rota of Ziion” “Yeah” “Well, I am her twin sister” “Really,” Sao’s eyes were almost popping out of her head “That means you’re a princess too” “Yes, it has to stay a secret for now, but I have to leave here to go be with my sister”

It was an honor to be in the presence of such skilled men. I wasn’t the only woman on board. There was another that went by the name of Liza. She was a tough, broad woman with a barking voice. She was as hard as the crew she commanded. Captain Liza controlled one of the other ships, though I was unsure of its name. While she had a hard surface, she was soft towards me. Her eyes never looked at me with anything but kindness. I knew I liked her from our very first introduction. Liza provided me with womanly advice and naturally took me under her wing when she got the chance. Unlike the others, she made a point of reminding me I was a Princess, but not in a bad way. She often provided me with a

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 Kara had opinions about the mansion. This was not surprising. Kara had opinions about everything, the thread count of the sheets at the slave house, the particular injustice of being served cold porridge on Tuesdays specifically, the correct way to braid hair when you had no mirror and limited patience. In four years, I had never once seen her walk into a room without immediately forming a view on it. She formed several on this one. "Sofia." She stood in the centre of my bedroom with her hands on her hips, turning slowly, taking it all in. "Sofia, there is a chandelier."

Princess Dohana turned to give him a stone cold look, "why haven't you said this all along. Do it quickly, tell Prince Terrah to make the payment." "Yes, my Princess." "You may go," Dohana dismissed him. After he left, Princess Dohana began to caress her stomach gently. "Jake, our child is waiting for your return, what's taking you so long?" As she spoke, the Princess heard some light footsteps. She stood up abruptly and glanced around. Behind her, the Prince of Paris suddenly appeared. Looking handsome and dazzling on his white suit, white shoes and a white hat, the man smiled at her. "You...what are you doing here?" Dohana asked puzzled.

My wolf, Rafe, still prowled beneath the surface, agitated and tense, his instincts screaming at me to prepare for a fight that had, for now, been avoided. I glanced at Lillias. She was breathtaking, standing in the golden light of the clearing with her arms crossed, her deep violet eyes still blazing with defiance. Her pale skin glowed in the morning sun, and her dark auburn hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders. She looked every bit the princess she was—regal, commanding, and undeniably fierce. But beneath her composed exterior, I could sense the vulnerability she tried so hard to hide. Through the bond, I could feel the rapid beat of her heart, the tremor of unease that lingered de

Princess Jiyanah scooted closer beside Méah and snaked one arm into hers. Méah's face reddened in too much embarrassment. Queen Jainah did not show any reaction but King Ambrose was silently delighted with it. The princess had never been so confident with someone before, not even Chah. "Your majesty, here are the books that you said," Chah suddenly spoke behind Méah and the princess. She had arrived with two thick books in her hands, one is covered blue while red for the other one. "Alright. Then give it to her," Queen Jainah said. Her attention was now on the old book on her lap, flipping from page to page as though she was looking for something.

“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

“Why did you not tell me that you are a princess?!” I looked at her. “What?” “You heard me. You are the princess of the Whiteclaw Pack. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I did not know until recently.” “You knew before today.” “I knew I was Arabella Cross. I did not know Selene considered me a princess.” Sofia folded her arms. “Am I even your friend? You found out that you belong to one of the most powerful families in the supernatural world, and you never thought to mention it?”

Thank God I didn't say the first that came to mind as soon as I opened the door or else I would have ended up calling the Queen “a daft idiot who doesn't get the point once because his ego is too bruised by a woman punching him. " I just swallowed and held the door wide open for her. “My Queen." Though my head was bowed, I could feel her death glare drilling holes into my head. “Mother." The Princess called her attention away from me and she walked into the room. Without wasting any more time, I walked out of the room and closed the door. At first, the room was silent and I was so happy I wasn't the Princess at that moment. However, I wasn't surprised because the tension between the princess