Real Life Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Sofia was gliding into the dining room as if she already owned the entire Feral fortress, her chin held high, trailing two of her loyal, gossiping handmaidens closely behind her. The absolute second her eyes locked onto mine, a sweet, perfect smile stretched across her face. She dramatically pressed a hand to her chest, feigning absolute devastation as she stopped at the opposite side of the table. "Oh, my poor, dear Katherine," Sofia cooed, "I heard the horrific news about what happened at the border last night. You are incredibly lucky to still be alive..." Then her fake smile sharpened into something dark as she added, "...for now."

Tye replied eagerly and Sofia chuckled. “Well, in the beginning, there was a big girl named Sofia, and she had this belief about love, which her Abuela had taught her: Sparks fly when you meet your one true love-” “-How?” Tye asked. This was the first of many interruptions Sofia would come to experience. “I don’t know,” Sofia exhaled uncomfortably. She was already getting scared that this would be a lot harder than it had seemed. “When your hands come in contact I guess-”

He introduced, and stretched his hands to her. 'I don't think he is some cheap guy, it won't be bad to give him a chance, let's see how it goes' She thought. "I'm Sofia, Sofia Salvador, the CEO of Elegant designer company, I help my father run his company." She responded, and shook his hands. Sofia loves to drink, smoke and go clubbing. But because of her status, and the type of prominent people she runs mind with, she can't let people find out about her lifestyle.

Sofia knew her father to be very strong and hard-working but she just wanted him to relax his muscles, she feared his condition might get worse, and by the time he would be admitted to the hospital it might be too late. Evening came and Sofia got ready to go to work, she needed to go early so she would be introduced to the other employees before the club is open for customers to troop in. After all, Noah once told her “First impression matters”. She decided to take the bus to work as she didn’t have enough money to order a ride to work. She pondered on how her first day at work would look like, she was already aware that it was going to be hectic but she prayed silently that she doesn’t enco

Sal stands and runs his palms over his face as he starts pacing beside me. “Sofie. She was sweet. Nice. She was the first person outside my family who didn’t judge me. She didn’t mock me or treat me like some lab experiment. She treated me like a person. She cared about me. Oh, she truly did.” He narrated with yet another bitter chuckle.

The king stated coldly making Sofia shudder Sofia's eyes locked onto the king's, and she hesitated for a moment before speaking. She decided to play along, curious about how far Prince Stefan's deception would go. "Y-yes, Your Majesty," Sofia stammered, trying to sound demure. "We met at a...a charity event in Azura. Prince Stefan was kind enough to...to donate to my family's merchant fund." She glanced at Stefan, hoping her words would align with his fabricated story.

CHAPTER 2 Sofia's POV Today is the first day of school. I'm kind of excited because I haven't seen my friends and boyfriend all summer, though my boyfriend came to Paris during my mom’s fashion show. I woke up, took a shower and did my little makeup which is just eyeliner and mascara, as I sat in front of the mirror. I don't usually put on makeup during school days, I only put on makeup when I'm going out, not that I need it but I like to feel good about how I look.

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

Dante and Rocco did the same silent, throats working. Anya leaned forward eyes bright. “Tell me about her again. Sofia.” Flashback came clear Sofia at twenty-two, first year of residency, exhausted but radiant. We’d shared a tiny apartment then walls thin, fridge perpetually empty. One night she’d come home after a thirty-six-hour shift scrubs wrinkled, hair escaping her bun. She’d collapsed on the couch beside me head on my shoulder and said, “Luca, you should see them. These kids they fight so hard. One little girl today… she drew me a picture. A doctor with wings. She said I flew in to save her.” Her laugh bright, unbreakable had filled the room. Then she’d stolen my coffee mug sipped wit

Kara said then ended the call. “Now I can have Spencer all to myself, I will give him a few days to heal,” Kara said and then smiled. Sofia got back to her hometown with nothing but a baby in her womb, she realized how everything had changed, she went to her parents’ grave and cried out her eyes, she cried till the point she slept off. While lying at her parent's grave, she felt someone touch her, she got scared and immediately got up and said “Please don’t hurt me”