Season 1 Episode 1 Sofia The First Novels & Stories

I strode majestically over to where Lucia stood beside Santoro and stopped right in front of her, just inches away from her face. “First and foremost, I did not become a CEO overnight. I am Sofia Estaban, the firstborn and daughter of Carlos Estaban. Which makes the rightful heir to my father's empire.” I began making sure my voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. “Did you just hear that?” “Miss Sofia will really place Miss Lucia in her place this time. I can't wait for what's about to happen.” “The news outlets are about to go wild.” Giggles and murmurs filled the atmosphere and I smirked at the rising public speculation. Lucia just never learns, and I will keep teaching her various le

Since he was still baffled by her action, Travis was not yet moving nor responding to her. Sofia teased him by tracing his lips using her tongue. This was her first time kissing a man. She’s not an expert but she was acting according to her instinct. Travis finally recovered from the shock. He pulled her against him, starting to respond to her with eagerness. Sofia’s arms slid around him, pressing her soft body to his hard one. They kissed each other hungrily and passionately. Travis was enjoying this. When they broke apart, the two of them became breathless. That was the most intense and sweetest kiss they ever had in their life. Their wolves were satisfied with that.

He entered the elevator and was gone. "D*mn," Sofia swore, glancing at her phone. It read 13:30. She was on her third bowl of cereal and had watched the series up to the current episode. Normally by this time, she'd be at work... She sighed. Just then someone knocked. "A moment," she sang out. *************************** "It's so nice to hear from you again, babe. Any problems?" "Not really, can we meet?" "Sure, today?" "Yeah, I'd call."

Alexei, completely unrepentant, yelled, “I’m a vampire! Fear me!” Jade finally popped his head out of the cereal box. “Can I have chocolate milk?” “No,” everyone said in unison, except Nikolai, who whispered, “I mean… maybe?” Lorelai hurled a banana at him. It missed. Barely. Sofia just stood there, robe slipping slightly off her shoulder, hair a glorious mess of waves, watching her domestic kingdom spiral into sitcom territory before 9 a.m. This—this absolute circus—was her home. Her ridiculous, loud, fiery home.

And as his character trait, Alexis opened it by introducing them with each other. “This is Albert. A first-year zoology student, who also happens to be my roommate.” He was pointing towards Albert in stupor when he did the introduction. It’s only been a month of orientations and getting-to-know’s that he really had no other thing to say about his roommate, so that was it. But he had way less things to say about her date, so she just let her introduce herself. “I’m Margaret Bishop. 1st year nursing student.” With the pleasantries out of the way, that was how Margaret and Albert resumed their lives: as unknowing people who just met.

Ava The first kiss was gentle, almost chaste. Sofia let it happen, then deepened it, tongue flicking out to taste the inside of Maya’s lip. Her hands cradled Maya’s face, pulling her in, and then her body pressed forward until there was nothing but skin and silk and hunger. I stood there, paralyzed, not sure if I should look away or dive in myself. Sofia broke the kiss and laughed, eyes bright. “You’re a good kisser. I like that, too.”

Sofia and I decided to have a sleepover at her house since we hadn't had one of that in forever and also to help clear my mind off the whole Nick thing. We were currently watching a marathon of Beauty in Black, with Sofia plopped down next to me on her soft comfy bed, with a big bowl of popcorn in her hands. I shoved some popcorn in my mouth when episode 5 began. God, how much I missed this. Sofia's phone kept ringing and vibrating from time to time, but she kept hanging up and ignoring the buzzing sound.

A full, noisy laugh, all tiny teeth and unreasonable confidence. I power-walked several yards behind them, phone in hand, one earbud in, our group FaceTime open, and my lungs already reminding me that saving Pilates videos in a folder titled Start Next Week did not improve cardiovascular health through intention alone. On-screen, Sofia appeared against the Egyptian desert, wearing a field hat, her dark hair braided and her skin lit by the sun in a way that made her look like an archaeologist in an expensive movie who was about to fall in love with a deeply problematic professor.

Just when she was offering her last prayers to the river goddess, she thought her water broke. It can’t be! She panicked. She was unusually big for someone whose baby was only a six-month-old fetus. She clutched her stomach in pain and was filled with remorse for wanting to end the little one’s life when she thought about killing herself. How could she forget him? She knew it was a boy. She chanted under her breath, distracting herself from the pain that pierced through her body with each contraction. The waters of the Nile shuddered at the sound of the baby’s first cry. The moon emerged out of the clouds wanting to take a peek at the newborn; the first alpha.

I turned around and saw Sofia briskly walking towards me. “Sofia!” “There you are!” She looped one arm around mine and pulled me closer to her. “So? How was your first week?” I smiled. “It wasn’t too bad.” “Hmm?” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “You’re lying.” “W-What?” “I can tell.” She pinched my cheek lightly. “But hey, at least you survived. That’s what matters.” I laughed awkwardly. “I guess so.” Her eyes suddenly sparkled.