Real Life Sofia The First Novels & Stories

She placed a hand dramatically against her chest. "Wow." "What?" "I can't believe you've forgotten who I am." Marcus rolled his eyes. "Here we go." "No, seriously." She pointed at herself. "Do you still see me as that shy girl who followed Elena around campus?" "You did follow Elena around campus." "That's not the point." Marcus fought back a smile. Sofia leaned closer. "My cover got blown years ago, remember? I'm Sofia Alvarez. Daughter of Don Salvatore Alvarez." Marcus remained silent.

" Sofia repeated for the thousandth time. "But you like him?" Riya looked happier and more animated than Sofia with the request, she had never seen Ninja, but because of the passionate description that Sofia made of the boy, Riya already knew he was handsome. "Yes I like!" "so it's already a start" Riya said happily, hugging Sofia. "Let's work before Jack comes back and kills us." ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ Sofia was going to college when she got a call from Mr. Martin, she tried to answer quickly.

Lucas smiles, hugging her. She returns the hug, but her cold eyes go straight to me, like a scanner analyzing and already finding flaws. “So you’re Sofia.” “Yes, I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I try to smile, even feeling her silent evaluation. She doesn’t hug me, just nods. “Come in, dinner’s almost ready,” she says, already turning her back. “She’s not much of a talker.” “I noticed that.” The house is so luxurious that I feel out of place.

For a second, all I could see was the resemblance. Milena had her eyes. Not the colour; the sadness. She carefully examined every exit before trusting the room. Ruin went rigid beside me, not from anger, but from the ghost of his brother suddenly standing in front of him through this woman’s presence. She stopped a few feet from the table. “My name is Sofia.” Her voice was steady. “I came because I am done letting dead men decide my daughter’s future.” The honesty of it struck me immediately. No posturing, no claim-first arrogance, just a mother who had reached her limit.

I said, taking his hands off mine. "Sofia," He called again, his voice softer, as he held my hands in his. "I know you're going to take all my words as excuses, but I promise, I'll sort it all out, trust me okay?" He said, and I glared wordlessly at him. "The chauffeur is here, let's go," Holmes said and I stood up, taking out my hands from my father's. "Miss Sofia," Rea said, walking towards me with a first aid box.

Notice: I'm so sorry for keeping my sweet readers waiting for the next chapter, please forgive me, I promise to update daily from now since I'm done with my exams. Please like, share, comment and add to favourite: it would encourage me to do amazing well. I love you all. Things Fall Apart. Sofia's Pov. The buzzing sound of the alarm clock close to the lamp woke me up harshly-7:00am. I blinked one eye, the other closed tightly, fighting the ray of sunlight threatening to make me blind.

Sofia let out a soft sigh after hearing his story. "Sounds like my situation isn't much better," she murmured. "Calliope is my father's concubine. Sure, she's wealthy and spoils me... but in the end, I'm not her real child. If I stop being useful, she wouldn't hesitate to hand me over to some billionaire she knows-like a commodity." Sofia let out a dry laugh. These were things she had never shared with anyone, but after hearing Hubert open up, she suddenly felt the urge to confide in him.

My unnervingly calm reply made Vittorio's expression turn dark. He scowled and said, "Sofia is only seven years old." "She already has a mind of her own," I said evenly. That was the truth. Sofia was already capable of many things on her own—like pushing me into the sea, like tearing apart Mamma's memorial portrait and scattering her ashes like they meant nothing. Vittorio snapped, "Are you still upset about what happened earlier today?"

Sofia sat propped up against the hospital pillows, the afternoon sunlight casting a gentle glow across the room. She was growing stronger each day, though her body still ached and fatigue lingered. Luca sat beside her on the bed, one arm wrapped carefully around her shoulders, his large hand resting protectively over her stomach. “I still remember the day papà brought me home,” Sofia whispered, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “I was seven. Scared, quiet, with nothing but the clothes on my back. I didn’t know how to fit into a family like yours.”

I wasn't sure if It was pride but no one should be able to bypass an account restriction except they had my level of cyber manipulation. "I'll make sure to do that, Ma'am" She answered humbly and my scolding size was awakened to say, "I'm Sofia... Call me Sofia" Katrina raised her swollen face to me and opened her mouth to say, "You're a Queen. I heard the way you spoke with the president. You're someone big. Someone I can't afford to offend"