Princess Sofia's Mom Novels & Stories

Anna and the others rushed forward, begging for mercy. Not out of loyalty, but because their families' ties with the Costas had mostly been secured by flattering that foolish principessa. Now that I was standing there, they knew I would not be easy to deal with. Once I started settling accounts, they would all suffer. At last, my mother spoke to Sofia, her gaze filled with a trace of pity. "Child, I once trusted you." Hope flickered in Sofia's eyes. "However," my mother said, shaking her head in disappointment, "I have seen all the evidence of your wrongdoing."

“I appear only when necessary.” I stepped forward, rage curling in my chest. “What ritual are you talking about? We’ve already done two. What is this trash you’re speaking of?” She sighed, studying me like I was a child throwing a tantrum. Then, calmly, she said, “I am Sofia’s mother.” Everything inside me stilled. My breathing. My heartbeat. I searched her face, but I saw no lie. “No,” I said, voice dangerously low. “Her mother is dead.”

"I didn't realize until now that you were the one who treated me the best. I've never met my Mamma. You raised me until I was seven. You always protected me. In my heart, you're my Mamma. Please don't leave, okay?" This was the first time Sofia had ever cried for me. Any other child's tears would have undone me, but I had spent too many years being hurt by this one. I felt nothing at all for her now. If they had truly cared about me, they would have apologized for the dress. They would have made amends for what had been done to Mom's ashes. But they never did. At this point, it didn't even matter whether their remorse was real. I gently pushed Sofia away. "Let go. I'm not your Madre. I've al

NOVARIA'S POV For a few moments, neither of us spoke. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of the curtains swaying in the night breeze. Sylvester sat beside me on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on mine. His expression was softer than usual, yet there was something dark beneath it–a barely restrained anger that surfaced whenever my mother was mentioned. Finally, he spoke. "No, Princess," His voice was calm but firm. "Your mother had no excuse to treat you the way she did,"

Sofia wore a black Godfather-style trench coat, her hair cut short, a red rose symbolizing family power pinned to her chest. In the past period, she had ruthlessly purged the family elders and become the youngest Godfather in history. She was no longer the delicate princess she once was. The innocence in her eyes was gone, replaced by the commanding presence of a ruler. "You sure you're not staying?" Sofia looked at me, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "You could be my second-in-command. We could run this city together." I shook my head, looking towards the departure gate. "I'm not cut out for an office. It'd make me rusty. Besides, Mom's got a lot of 'business' to wrap up in Sicily. There

“It'd be lame if I missed Mr Wilson's 70th birthday, isn't that right, Sofia?” Hearing what Xavier said, pissed off Sofia so badly that she gritted her teeth in annoyance. ‘The nerve he has! How dare he address me without respect in the presence of all these people?! I'm the legal wife of his half brother! Whereas his(Xavier) mom was just a homewrecker!’. Sofia thought to herself before she angrily left. Vanessa couldn't stop staring at Sofia, even after she had left. ‘That lady, she looked so familiar. It's as if I have met with her before. She kinda looks like that betrayal's mom’. Vanessa thought and later brushed it off.

He looked directly at Enzo. “Boss,” he said in a low, urgent voice. “We have new information.” Enzo turned sharply. “Speak.” Sam glanced at me and Lila for a moment, then continued, “Sofia’s mother called us a few minutes ago. She was terrified. She said Sofia has been threatening her for money. When she refused, Sofia attacked her. Grabbed her by the throat. The mother is scared for her life. She begged us for help.” The room went deathly silent.

But why would there be any need of obsession for it? On the other side: '' Where is our princess?'' Mr. Kamal asked Sofia to see her alone downstairs. '' She is with Mansoor. You know she isn’t that easy to be consoled,'' she answered his dad. ‘‘Okay, I will bring her as she is getting late by now.'' Mr. Kamal said getting up from his seat. His care for his younger daughter wasn’t hidden from anyone. But when it came to Mansoor things were a little too different for him.

It was also painful knowing all these years she had made a big fool out of me every time I called her mom. She didn’t deserve me to call her mom. Not anymore. My mind flashed back to the talk with Sofia. “…You are Elena Claw Wolfs. Daughter of King Leonard Wolfs and Queen Alessia Claw…” It was now that it dawned on me that Sofia had told me indirectly that she was not my birthmother during our talk in the car before the whole ‘lycan attack’. My birthmother, her name is ‘Alessia Claw Wolfs.

she interjected, raising a hand like a traffic cop at a busy intersection. “Sofia left Kiera two damn mansions and thirty million dollars,” she sneered, her lips curling as she spoke, “And the only one who knew besides me was her lawyer, who is now rotting in hell, hopefully," she giggled wickedly. "Sofia was the puppet master behind Mateo’s success, make no mistake. She handed him everything on a golden platter," she paused, exhaling sharply, “I hated her for that. Not because she was cruel, but because she was everything I wanted to be.” “Mom, did you kill Sofia?” The words came out in a rush, as I weighed the shocking possibilities.