Princess Sofia Books Novels & Stories

If she were honest with herself, that was tempting enough with or without the craving. Her hand traveled down the soft plane of her torso, and she slid her soapy fingers across her dampening flesh. Her clit throbbed with need as the simple touch turned a burning flame into an inferno. Sofia hated herself for the fact that her host was the first thought in her fevered mind, but it was better than the alternative. She refused to let herself think about the princes back home, even if there was no way they would ever know. Not the least of all because it sent her spiraling into a mood that was far from amorous, and she would rather deal with being hungry and horny than mopey and utterly pathetic

"And you, Sofia. You're so blinded by the fact that Salvatore didn't want you that you're willing to help the man who sees us as nothing but property." "I was supposed to be the Queen!" Sofia screamed, the sound raw, ugly, and filled with years of built-up jealousy. "I did everything right! I learned the books, I mastered the galas, I played the part! And he chose you? A girl who hides in libraries and draws pictures of birds? He chose a shadow over the sun!" "He chose the girl he couldn't control," I said, narrowing my eyes. "And now, neither can you." Sofia roared in fury and raised her weapon to aim squarely at my head. But before her finger could squeeze the trigger, a massive explosion

Aynyra sat in the corner of the library, picking over the shelves, trying to find any hints about the Fae. The books dedicated to the subject had all been burned, but she hoped that she could find any clues or mentions in other books. That's when she saw a book named "The History of the Royal Family", just what she was looking for.

Priscella's screech rattles in my ears as she fumbles to retrieve her own phone from her purse. "Delete it, delete it," the girl whines, her hand covering her mouth. Priscella's dagger-like nails stab at her phone screen, deep lines forming on her face. "I can't! It won't let me. Why can't I—" I jump as the next stall door flings open, and what I see stops my heart in its tracks. Sofia saunters out in blood-red velvet with a plunging neckline curving half-way down her center. She wears a contagious, dubious grin as she eyes the girls like they're garbage, merely bugs to squish beneath her soaring heels.

My eyes widened as he handed me a very thick book. I see him grinning at me. "W-what is this?" I asked him. "Obviously, Princess Sofia, that's a book," he promised me. "Can I get it?" He laughed at me, and I saw the two of us laughing secretly. I frowned at them. "Probably, you will read it," Prince Tristan promised shakily.

"And..." "...his women." Valeria's eyebrows drew together. "You think Luca will want Isabella simply because she belonged to Lorenzo?" Don Rossi nodded confidently. "It happens all the time." "Power intoxicates people." "Especially new kings." "They become greedy." "They convince themselves that everything the former ruler possessed now belongs to them." He smiled again. "If Luca truly sees himself as the new Mafia King..." "...then sooner or later..." "...he'll want Lorenzo's greatest prize." "Isabella."

Joan asked and they laughed. “ I'm a darling. That's the reason, I don't hate” Minnie said more like a whisper and Sofia chuckled. “ Are you sure about that?? What about me?” Sofia asked and Minnie frowned dramatically. “ Do I know you??” “ Ohh. Wow, you don't know me” Sofia said “ I thought so too. But you look like Mrs Hawke Sofia, the mother to the princess of the house named Queen and a darling to her gorgeous friends” Minnie said and they all laughed out.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

“You run like debt collectors.” Sofia pressed a tiny hand to her chest. “I’m a princess.” “A princess from your father’s stubborn bloodline,” Mama shot back. Gemma stepped forward, pressed herself against Mama’s knee, and hugged her quickly. “You’re so pretty, Abuelaa.” she said, looking up with big eyes hiding their wickedness perfectly. Sofia followed fast, hugging Mama’s other leg. “You’re the prettiest in the house,” she added, then threw in, “after Tia Krystal.”

Author's POV. Sofia was in the sitting room, reading a book about supernaturals. Though she had learned about supernaturals during her tutelage in her father's pack, she had never seen these creatures before. They were strange and mysterious, but she was determined to uncover their identity and destroy them. She stared at the book and continued flipping the pages, searching for a glimpse or at least a picture that could give her an incline of them. The advice Royal had given her was still under contemplation. She wasn't sure about asking her mother because she wasn't trustworthy and had always been a blabbermouth.