Princess Sofia's Mom Novels & Stories

He's never let his granddaughter down, not once and has been a huge role in strengthening her mentality. Taking a plate, Damien crossed the room to Ronald and Meadow. Bending down a little, Damien says, "Princess, want some cake?" "Maa!" Meadow screams as she runs at Arianna. She's quick to leap up into the air, attempting to hug me..... though Demetrius is quicker while she calls out, "Hey!" "Mind your mother," Demetrius reminds her, Meadow's features dropping as she's reminded almost tackling Arianna while she's pregnant isn't the wisest of choices.

{ Lilly clears her thoat} Did you know that my father was a mafia boss, before marrying mom? ( HeadButler) In the beginning all this, all I know that your father owns a multi-billion company name King's empire. His own father, your great-grandfather Alexander King was the most feared person in the world. the name of the organization L.K. no one dared to cross their path or death will follow. What is the L.K stand for? " LILLIAN KING" WHAT?! Lillian's eyes widen in shock. ( HeadButler) He names it after his late mother. your great-grandmother.

"Okay, ma'am. We can get through all this and beat that thick makeup woman." "Ha ha ha, why do you always call that woman thick makeup woman? Her name is Felicia," said Fisya, unable to hide her laughter when Adnan called Felicia by that name. "Just let it be. It's a reality like that, Mom. She's not prettier than Mom. If she removes all her makeup, she's not pretty at all," Adnan answered lightly, making Fisya laugh again. "Mom, thank you for being in my life and dad. Somehow both of us need your presence. Please don't leave us again; we can't live without you," Adnan said sincerely.

She had simply retreated into herself, sitting on the cold flagstones with her spine straight, her breathing shallow and deliberate, as if she were already accustomed to small, airless spaces. From the shadow of the second-story balcony, I watched her now as she walked across the inner courtyard. The sun hit her face, illuminating the pale skin beneath her cheekbones and the dark, violet-tinged shadows under her eyes. Every report I had read prior to coming to the Frostwood estate painted the same vivid picture: a manipulative, overly attached foster daughter who had grown bitterly jealous when the biological heiress returned. They described a girl who threw tantrums, threw accusations, and

"I don't have the murderer yet, but I found out that your father had a lot to gain from the death of your mother." My mind is not processing what Marco is saying. Is he saying that my father had her whacked? "What are you saying, Marco?" "I'm saying that your mother had a lot of properties and shares. Your Grand Papa was Alfonso Rossi." I scratch my head in confusion. Why did my Mama not tell me that her father was a billionaire? Alfonso Rossi practically owned Italy in the 1980s. He's a legend. I remember reading that his heir to the Rossi fortune was Annabella Rossi, his only living relative. I never thought anything more. Why would my Mama marry a guy like my father when she had a high so

“What other news?” “I heard that princess Sue had arrived in the palace. She was summoned by the queen to go with the prince and princess.” “Princess Sue?” “She is a daughter of the monarch in the southeast kingdom. Her cause was to help poor people. She got good reputation on many people and she was supposed to marry prince Jion if not for the sudden declaration of the decree to stop the war.” “He was supposed to marry her then?” “I believe so, princess.” Shuna answered. Just before Alminah could pull another question to her, the palace guards came in to inform her departure from the palace. They needed to travel now to start the cause.

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.

To him, a crown was not simply a jewel—it was a burden one carried until their last breath. And Emily, his only daughter, was expected to uphold that burden with a smile. Her mother, Queen Isabella, was gentler, though her softness was the type born from years of silence rather than freedom. Emily could see it in her mother’s eyes: the quiet longing for a life not written for her, a longing Emily had secretly inherited. Mornings in the palace were routine. A maid would arrive with steaming tea and whisper,

Sofia froze, wide-eyed, clinging to him as his mother stood there, fury twisting her elegant features. “FUCK Mom, what are you doing here?” Grayson yelled, quickly pulling up his pants. “This?!” she spat, her eyes raking over Sofia’s half-naked body. “This is what you’re doing while your future slips away? While the heir is stolen from you?” Grayson’s breath came heavy, his lips still wet from Sofia’s skin. His mother’s words sank deep, laced with venom. “Or is this it, Grayson? Do you plan to give me a grandchild from her?”

"Mommy, mommy, all you ever say is mommy. And which mommy do you mean?" "Sofia. Sofia is my mommy." She pinched my cheek, exasperated that I wouldn't come around. "She's not your mother. You're Moreno blood, and you have to come back to the Moreno family."