Princess Sofia Light-up Amulet Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I bring an offering of goodwill." Sofia opened the box to reveal an oval-shaped gem with a moonlit white glow. Its delicate workmanship made it look convincingly powerful. She placed the box in the middle of the long table. "This is a witch's artifact, the Eye of the Moon. It has the ability to heal wounds and age. Aldricus will know how to use it." There was a hint of disbelief in Aldricus' expression. "Sofia, this gift is too precious; I believe it may not be appropriate."

By midmorning, Axel had secured the outer perimeter and given the all-clear for trusted members of the club to enter the upper grounds. The first to arrive was Sofia. She stepped into the suite carrying a small wrapped box in her hands, her usually composed face softer than I had ever seen it. “For the first day she belongs only to herself,” she said. Inside the box was a delicate silver charm bracelet, tiny enough for a baby’s future wrist, engraved with a single word. Free. The sight of it made my throat tighten. Sofia leaned over the cradle station where Aurelia now rested after feeding and touched the blanket lightly.

Alongside the necklace was a handwritten note: “For someone as extraordinary as you. – Luca” Sofia’s fingers brushed the edge of the box. She couldn’t deny the beauty of the gift, nor the thoughtfulness behind it. Luca’s intentions were becoming clearer. “Who’s that from?” Aaron’s voice broke her thoughts. She glanced up to see him standing a few feet away, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the jewelry. “Prince Luca,” Sofia answered casually, holding up the note. “He sent this as a ‘token of friendship.’” Aaron’s jaw clenched, his expression darkening. “Friendship? That’s quite an expensive friendship.”

Nomo cried, watching as Sofia’s footsteps became heavy, as if she were walking through deep water. She wasn't attacking the Queen; she was being dragged toward her. The indigo light from Sofia’s chest was leaping out in long, jagged arcs, tethering itself to the black sphere in Seraphina’s scepter. The Queen stood her ground, her face a mask of ecstatic concentration as she absorbed the sapphire resonance.

Ruby watches Alexandra pour the mixture into the glass, with a lot of questions in her eyes. "Who is this for?" Ruby finally asks, meanwhile Alexandra smiles in response, attempting to walk away. Ruby who knew what that smile always meant, pulls her back slowly. "I shouldn't drop this by mistake!" Alexandra says plainly. "Of course. But hope Raphael isn't part of this plot, because I don't have strength!" Ruby says looking grim. "Khadija!" Alexandra calls out with a raised eyebrow. "You just stopped wearing your hijab!" Alexandra says, she knew that was going to annoy Ruby.

I wore it like armor. Sofia never did. She didn’t need to. Because she was born into this. To be daddy’s little heir and princess. She stood beside our father as she belonged there, and the room had been built for her. Well, tonight's gala is also in her name. Ivory silk hugged her body. Sequins caught the light with every move she made. Blonde hair. Perfect wave. A smile trained. Warm enough to calm a soul, hard enough to set a fire. To disarm men and kill for sport.

says Sofia. He’s wearing a luxurious black velvet shirt with deep crimson lace detailing, tailored black trousers, and ornate gemstones jewelry around his neck and fingers. Oh my gods I’ve turned into Sofia. I’m sure she’s studied his outfit in her head as well, with the way she’s looking at him with those eyes. I know those eyes very well. Those are the eyes of a fashion obsessed woman who is seeing what she likes on a young man that she loves. I know Sofia all too well and she looks so cute looking at Chris is awe, she has never seen him in an outfit for these kind of events before. And I’ve got to say it does suit him.

Kat, with the case in hand “Alright Ladies, do I have a treat for you, come and pick out a piece of jewellery.” The women look very excited at this but Princess Rota looked sceptical. Kat opened the case up on the coffee table. “Wow” the women exclaimed these are beautiful.” There was about 8 different pieces of jewellery, bracelets, earing sets, necklaces and hair adornments, all looking like real gold and precious gems.

The chirping voice of my best friend pours in my ears and is followed by her hugging me from behind and resting her chin on top of my head. "Ouch, Nancy! Your chin is stabbing in my scalp!" "Oh, come on! I'm just showing you my love and never-ending support!" "Well, your never-ending support is scratching a hole in my head." "Can you shut up and smile?" Nancy pulls her phone out of her back pocket and points it in front of my face. "Say 'selfieee'! " The bright light of Nancy's front camera sharply blinks in my face, almost blinding me. Who takes a selfie with the light on during daytime?!