Sofia The First And Princess Elena Novels & Stories

“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—”

I lowered my eyes, my throat tightening. As he leaned closer, reaching toward my abdomen, his gaze suddenly froze on my phone screen. It was still showing the video. "Don't watch it. It's just an act." He picked up my phone and blocked Sofia's account without hesitation. "Sofia is the most favored principessa of the Costa family," he said calmly, as if explaining something insignificant. "The Russo family has been stuck at this stage for too long. If we want to expand, we have to work with the Costas.

A voice ranged out "Yes, you are doom and screwed" a voice from the stair case ranged out. We turn as our eyes wide open. Summoned one in his red robe and guards walking behind with the young boy. Princess Felicia’s mother and his son and then Sofia covered in bruises and blood over her face. She was on a slave gown chained across her feet and wrist. “Sister, Bumi brown shouted “What? Chapman shocked. If she is Sofia we are looking at then who is the Sofia behind us with us killing our men. They turned to look to Sofia who killed the men. The lady turns out to be the lady who fought in the tournament earlier on.

ENZO’S POV She kept shaking her head, her voice cracking higher with every denial. “I’m not Elena. I’m Sofia. Sofia Vatel. You’re wrong. Please let me go.” My grip on her shoulders tightened until I felt the fragile bones shift under my palms. Rage boiled up from somewhere deep, black, and endless. Five years of burying her in my head, five years of whiskey, silence and nights spent staring at her photo until my eyes burned, and here she was—alive, breathing, terrified—and still insisting she belonged to that bastard Dante.

I alleged in a calm but possessive tone to Sofia. “That’s not what I meant. What I’m saying is that… huh!” she heaved a sigh. “Cassius is drawing you out using the figure of your birth-mother. Yes, Alessia Claw Wolfs is your mother but that was a long time ago.” “I helped her deliver you and I watched her die silently after proclaiming your name with you in her arms.” “Elena, Alessia is dead! Cassius may be powerful but he doesn’t have that power enough to bring back the dead. “ Sofia explained in a calm tone trying her best to make her words hurt lesser than they should. “He’s lying to you.”

“Very well, my child, I’ll give you what you need for the elf Prince. Lenriad can’t afford to let a great warrior like him to die in such a way.” “But who will give her the dusts, my lady?” A pixie servant asked. “It is such a honor to give my dusts to the Prince.” Her abrupt pronouncement was a bomb to the silence. Immediately, there was uproar. There were different violent reactions around her. Obviously, no one would want their good sovereign to die and sacrifice for the majority. But it seems that she had made up her mind. She called a pixie servant who brought a leaf afterwards. Well, Ellaine thought it was a leaf until the Queen handed it to her.

I explained to Sonia what had happened and she sighed with her hand over her face. "Of course, you don't lie to me, you only withhold. I believe you but one thing you must understand is that Sofia did not leave because of that" "Did you listen to a word I said? She caught--" "Sofia is the Mafia Princess" Sonia suddenly interrupted me and my eyes dimmed in confusion, "What? What's that supposed to mean?" My runner looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Sofia is the long-lost Di Marco Princess"

“We also need to send out an invitation to princess Elia and her mate.” Frena chuckled. “I don’t think she would come, last time I was with her, she promised to never step back into Sulcar.” Ilena furrowed her brows. “Who is princess Elia?” “She is the eldest daughter of lady Alene, princess Frena’s older sister.” Voyra stated. Her eyes widened with shock. “Why would she never want to step back into Sulcar?” Rhenka spoke up. “That was all in the past Frena, it is courtesy to invite her.”

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.

Joan asked and they laughed. “ I'm a darling. That's the reason, I don't hate” Minnie said more like a whisper and Sofia chuckled. “ Are you sure about that?? What about me?” Sofia asked and Minnie frowned dramatically. “ Do I know you??” “ Ohh. Wow, you don't know me” Sofia said “ I thought so too. But you look like Mrs Hawke Sofia, the mother to the princess of the house named Queen and a darling to her gorgeous friends” Minnie said and they all laughed out.