Sofia Carson Age Novels & Stories

"How old is he?" Emma took the phone back. "Forty-two." Sofia's face moved through several expressions in quick succession, surprise, calculation, something that looked almost like concern, and then something else that settled slowly into a different shape entirely. "Are you happy?" she asked. Emma looked away, she didn't hesitate for a moment. "Yes," she said. Sofia nodded once, the way people do when they've made a decision. "Then I'm in your corner." She turned back to her desk. "But you're going to have to tell me everything, because I have been on this campus for 3 days and the most romantic thing I've witnessed so far is two sophomores arguing over a vending machine."

She winked and I almost hauled. Carina was a free spirited person and literally had no filters in her mouth, she was the most down to earth and I don't give a fuck person I've ever known and I knew Nicholas was going to treat her right. She was twenty nine, a year younger than me. She was a very strong woman and he wouldn't be able to change her. Carina was a lovable person and she deserved the best.

I stared at Bianca, completely lost in thought. She appeared to be about four years old. She wore a pink jacket, her dark curls falling softly around her face, and tiny shiny leather shoes adorned her feet. I thought that if my child were still alive, they would have been the same age by now. I knew Sofia was talking because her lips were moving, but I couldn't hear a single thing she was saying. I kept my focus entirely on Bianca, who was being held in her arms.

Hearing my words, Carlos realized something and said, “I used to think that I was a mature woman. It didn't matter if I was there, judging by your actions or your appearance, but in reality, you were only 20 when you married me. And now you're 23, girls that age should be flamboyant like Katie. Thinking about luxurious makeup, beautiful clothes and chasing their idols around. I remembered with a smile. “Katie is 3 years older than me.” Carlos was a little surprised. “True, you are still a little younger than she is.” I was younger than Katie Sky and also 7 years younger than Michelle Mary. That day Carlos didn't go out and watch movies in the living room. While I was playing on my cell phone

Carlos seized her by the hair, his grip tightening as she cried out in agony. "Who told you to run? What are you trying to do? Call the cops?" "No! No," Sofia promised, out of breath and in pain. Her scalp and arm were hurting badly, and she thought her lungs would rupture from the futile run. "Don't ever try that. I would shoot you without thinking twice." "Kill me!" Sofia begged. It was better than having a chainsaw in her eyes. Carlos chuckled. He loved a fierce woman. But fierceness was only for women who wore suits and heels. Not those that wore lingeries on heels or nothing at all.

' wondered Stella. She calmly looked at the faces of the people around her. 'It's been years since the incident. I don't want to be as irritable as I was back then,' she thought again. Stella smiled and turned to ask Albert, "Dad, Sophia is 22 years old this year, right?" Albert was a little lost due to the sudden change in topic. He paused for a moment before he answered, "She'll turn twenty-three in a few months." "She's twenty-two. When I got married three years ago, Sophia only came of age. She hadn't even reached the minimum legal marriage age, so I wonder where these rumors came from. Seriously, only brainless people would believe them."

Crista noticed that she wasn't looking very well. "I agree! I'm getting old, and my body isn't as strong as it used to be." Indeed, Carsie had been feeling a little feeble lately. She really was getting old. As a matter of fact, it might've been a good idea that she returned to A City. Crista looked at the other woman intently, and said, “How could you say that, Ms. Yao? You're still young!" If Carsie didn't mention that she was fifty years old already, everyone would think that she was much younger than she actually was.

I jumped up, heart in my throat. “Carl, sit down. You shouldn’t be up.” “I’m fine.” But he let me guide him to the chair. Sofia climbed straight into my lap. She’d grown a little taller in three months; her legs dangled longer over my knees. She clutched the front of my shirt. “Why are you crying?” I kissed her forehead, inhaling the scent of her hair, wildflowers and crayons. “Just tired.” Carl watched me with the piercing stare that always reminded me of Nicholas. “You’ve been sad all week,” he said quietly.

Chapter 222: The Unbroken Circle Valerio’s POV Sofia turned eighteen on a clear September morning when the air still carried the last warmth of summer but already hinted at the crisp bite of autumn. She had grown into a young woman who carried Elena’s grace and my quiet intensity, her dark hair falling in loose waves past her shoulders, her gray eyes sharp with curiosity and a stubborn streak that made us both proud and wary. She had spent the previous year traveling through Europe with a small group of friends, studying art history in Florence and then Rome, sending us photographs of sunlit piazzas and ancient statues that made Elena smile and me quietly proud. Now she was home, back in the

she said, her voice firm. The doctor smiled. "How old are you?" he asked. Sofia thought for a moment. "I'm eighteen," she replied. The doctor nodded. "What do you do?" he asked. Sofia paused, thinking. "I'm a student of..." she started to say, but trailed off as a young elegant lady walked into the room, looking worried. The lady's eyes widened as she saw Sofia sitting up. "Oh my gosh! You are awake," she exclaimed, rushing to Sofia's side.