Princess Sofia Books Novels & Stories

Natalia whines, and wolf cries in our head. "I, Princess Sasha Stone, reject you, Alpha Ben Humphrey as my mate and Alpha," I say in the loudest clearest voice I can muster, and a cord snaps in my chest. "Luis, Roland, Chelsea! We are leaving now," I order, and I turn away from a still shocked Ben.

Org said apologetically. “It’ll be a cold day in hell when L’oana is anything but a bother,” Jack hissed. “Do people still believe hell is a burning furnace?” L’oana chuckled as she rested her chin on Org’s shoulder. “I find that truly amazing. You don’t think that, do you princess?” It was clear by the way she emphasized the word princess that she was resentful of the fact. “You’re not welcome here,” Jack hissed. “You should have told me who she was, Jack,” she said flatly. “Tell me Sergeant, what do you think of Jack as your future king? When he marries the princess that’s what he’ll be.”

A sigh of relief escapes my lips when the book stays in place. Standing beside the short wooden cupboard I place the book on it , flipping the pages hurriedly. From thin pages I begin to flip bundle of papers from the thick book my eyes trying it's best to capture the words coming in display. My eyebrows curl as I hit my palms against the wood, bending low I place my index finger on the page , reading every single names of the imperial family. My mind is filled up with the name of JiangYi,I want to find out in which state and kingdom he has been trained to be one of the forces.

Putting a solid plan in place, the only thing missing was the location of Riocht. I had Tyron, my future royal Delta, right now, Gamma of the pack, and Xander begin to comb the library for any information about the kingdom, and King Mathias was going to have Abner Brooks start looking in their library. Unfortunately, any books that had been in MacTire had either been destroyed or moved a long time ago. Lamia was going to contact Tawny and ask them to research their books too. Remembering, it was Tawny who first alerted us to the fairy tale about this shifter prophecy in the first place.

Daniella I was shocked to know that Mendy was a princess, I don't know what else to do, I couldn't believe she was a princess. Who would believe it, she came here as a rogue and I treated her as a maid, but not only that I did everything I could do to make sure she never be with her mate, if I had knew that she was a princess then I wouldn't had done that, I had done what I supposed not to do, I don't know what do or say, I just couldn't do anything. I stood still without doing anything, I could just watch her as she was walking towards me.

And lastly Sofia the true princess of the house has her own room where she tends to still be wide awake when I make my rounds to make sure the house is all locked down. A light knock on her door and a soft yes is my indication that its safe for me to come in. Pushing the door open I see her curled up on the over stuffed recliner with a book in her hand “Its getting late kiddo and you all have a big day tomorrow” I tell her walking over to the thick window. “Was this really moms room” she askes me as she closes her book.

My eyes were still locked on the doorway Cara had just disappeared through. Sofia followed my gaze, then said it in a dissatisfied tone. "Let's go to your study." In my study, she leaned against my desk, twirling a strand of her hair. Her eyes wandered over the bookshelves behind me. Sofia pulled out a book and read the title. “This book is rare and beyond its value. I've been longing for it ever since I noticed it on your shelf..Now the author, Cela, is having a fan meeting soon. I want to take an out-of-print book to get it signed.” She smiled. “Could you give me this one.”

She placed the leather-bound book on her lap with reverence, brushing away the lingering dust with her trembling fingers. The book creaked open like it hadn’t been touched in years. Its pages were yellowed and fragile, but tucked between random paragraphs were faint markings—notes written in delicate, slanted handwriting. Leah’s heart thudded as she scanned the lines, searching for meaning. On the third chapter, Sofia’s voice came alive. “Nothing is ever truly what it seems. A beautiful prison is still a prison.” Leah’s brows furrowed. She flipped another page. More underlines, this time around a quote from the book’s protagonist:

I mutter, dropping my jacket on the floor without caring. “You sure?” Matteo asks, leaning forward. “You look like a corpse someone reanimated with bad intentions.” Before I can tell him to shut up, Sofia rounds the corner, holding a stack of new romance paperbacks. She’s glowing. Her hair is in a loose braid, she’s wearing a tank top stretched over her five-month bump, her cheeks flushed and beautiful in that soft, unfair way she always is. It hits me square in the chest like a goddamn hammer.

A million secret deals happening in the dark. Sophia thought a bounty chat could ruin me. She had no idea: The second I learned my real identity… I already had every exit planned. I don’t need the Yue name to be a princess. I don’t need any man to prove my worth. Real power isn’t a last name someone hands you. It’s standing on your own… And making everyone bow. Later, Sophia tried to message the three heirs again. No one replied. She finally realized: The men she thought would fight for her…