Real Life Sofia The First Novels & Stories

"Hi, everyone. My name is Amelia Foster. I've just come back from studying abroad. I hope we can all get along these next few years." I looked up and met her eyes. All I could see was pride and a challenge. Amelia spent the whole day showing off, strolling around the campus with the principal as if she owned the place. After school, I stood at the gate waiting for Charlotte to pick me up, when a luxury car pulled up beside me. As the window lowered, I saw Amelia sitting inside. She got out of the car and came right up to me. "So, how's life at the Evans residence? Is that woman always yelling at you and hitting you? How does it feel to be bullied?"

The number to call in has been displayed at the bottom of the screen while Miles and I have been talking. “Now, we’d like to take a few questions from you,” I say to the cameras. “If we could have the first caller, please. Yes… Hello. Thank you for calling Harbinger News Channel. What question do you have for Representative Hamilton?” “Y-yes, H-hello?” comes the crackly voice of a woman over loudspeaker. “Can you hear me?” “We do,” I say. “Please tell us your name and your question.” “My name is Sophia,” the woman says. It’s clear in her voice that she’s older, likely seventies plus. “Before I ask my question, I must tell you Esther, that you are fantastic at your job.”

“History that I did not know of at the time.” Sofia is watching our exchange, not adding anything; just deducing. She looks so much like pappy with her fierce expression; that if the situation was not so tense, i would make a joke about it. “Beth is not that kind of person; she wouldn’t take advantage of anyone.” “How would you know? Didn’t you say your birthday was the first time you had seem each other in years?” Sofia finally speaks up.

Lived with her, perhaps? I stepped on the paddle, zooming down to park recklessly in front of the penthouse. I looked up at the first floor. Sofia is dead. Unless Sam has something else to say about this.

I agreed. "She's my favorite client?" Sandra's mother asked. "Oh my goodness, Sandra, are you talking to Sophia O’Shea on the phone?" Evelynn asked in the background. "Sophia O’Shea? The Sophia O’Shea? As in the woman who's been all over TV, on the front of almost every business magazine that exists, went to our high school, and owns that gorgeous house on the edge of town?" another girl squealed in the background. "Yes, Cynthia, that Sophia O’Shea." Sandra chuckled.

SOFIA I sipped my alcohol and looked at the very charming man before me. He was saying, "first things first, Sofia," he paused and continued, leaning in closer to ensure I understood the gravity of his words. "I need to brief my company on this new project. While I may be the head, I can't possibly handle all the groundwork by myself, you know. It has to be done step by step, I would have done it all, but we need help."

A flash of panic crossed Leon's handsome face. Then he shrank down under the blanket and let no one near him. In thirteen years, Selena never once came back to Bay City. The one who pulled me from dead last in class to first in the whole city, who bought me the first dress of my life, who told me about the things girls need to know, who taught me how to live well, was always Sofia. She loved me like her own daughter. But that marriage wore away all her life, little by little.

I asked genuinely curious or was ot just a joke? Sofia waved the spatula. "No! No, no. Nothing like that. My family is just... well, they’re a royal werewolf line. Very boring. Lots of rules. That’s why I’m here. I just want to be a normal student." "She’s royalty, alright," Rhett muttered finally looking up with a smirk. "Which is why she thinks a spatula is a magic wand." "Rhett, I will actually throw this egg at you!"

The morning sun poured through the tall windows of the estate kitchen. Celeste stood at the counter pouring coffee while Sofia grabbed a piece of toast. At thirteen now, Sofia moved with the easy confidence of a girl who knew she was loved. She had her mother’s sharp eyes and a mix of her fathers’ determination. “Mom, I finished the outline for my project,” Sofia said, sliding onto a stool. “It’s about how families like ours can still be stable. I used real examples but changed the names.”

“Names?” “I’ll be Diana,” Claudia said dramatically. “A princess from a distant land.” Sofia laughed. “Then I’m Princess Sofia the First—wife to Prince Hugo of Disneyland.” Ava stared at them. “You two are unbelievable.” Before Sofia could reply, her phone rang. Madre(mom) She stepped aside. “Salve, madre,” she greeted smoothly. (“Greetings, mother.”) “How are you, Sofia?” “I’m fine. I heard you and father are in California—”