Sofia The First And Princess Elena Novels & Stories

"Oh, I see. You're not feeling well, huh? Then wouldn't sitting on Matteo's lap be even cozier? He could even hold you." Then, I turned my considerate gaze toward Sofia. "What do you say, Sofia? Go ahead and sit over there. You'll even get to enjoy Matteo's scent more strongly. It's perfect for curing whatever's bothering you." I kept my eyes fixed on Sofia and completely ignored the seething Matteo beside me. When he saw my indifferent reaction, Matteo's low voice turned sharp with reproach. "Elena, just what are you trying to do?" I didn't answer, but I saw Sofia's face flush instantly. With reddened eyes, she pushed the car door open and stepped out, affecting an air of pride.

Did he agree with the divorce? Opening a letter with the King’s logo, he started reading, “Feeling remorseful for Elena Dooley’s family and pack from being slaughtered and with the sense of utmost gratitude for the heroic acts and sacrifices of her father and brother for the Kingdom… King Desmond henceforth promotes Elena Dooley as the first enthroned Princess in the Kingdom and agrees to her request to sever ties with Alpha Bryson.” My eyes widened in shock, and my heart pumped in joy. It’s more than what I had expected.

Not into the system. She’s not just mine. She’s his. And if the world finds out—he’ll do anything to keep it quiet. I whispered, “Sofia’s not just Severi’s daughter…” Ambrose nodded gravely. “She’s also Elena’s.” The ground seemed to shift beneath me. “Elena had a second child?” “Yes,” he said. “A secret child. Born in Spain. Hidden through a fake registry.” I covered my mouth in shock. The girl in the other room wasn’t just evidence.

I heard Morgana say. That statement didn’t make Alessia feel any better. “Morgana! You were there. Where is my Elena?” “Frederick where’s my baby?” “Someone should say something! What happened to my Elena?” Alessia asked giving me a very firm and very worried look in her eyes. She wanted her daughter in her arms but how do I explain that the infant princess and Sofia were somewhere in the human world beyond our reach at the moment. “Alessia, while you were away, things happened. I want you to first of all know that Elena is in good hands. The best hands I knew was paramount for her.” I said in a soft and possessive tone.

"Mr. Mordrake, an absolute honor. This is my wife, Sofia." Sofia Rossi offered a practiced, regal nod, her eyes scanning Czar for any sign of the weakness the rumors suggested. But it was the girl beside her who drew the most attention. "And this," Sofia said, her voice laced with ambition, "is our daughter, Priscilla." The First Encounter Priscilla stepped forward, her heart racing. She had heard the stories, but nothing prepared her for the sheer, suffocating presence of Czar Mordrake. He was beautiful in a way that felt dangerous.

The older ones shook their heads, muttering about shame and impropriety. At the high table, her father’s face was carved from stone. He did not speak to her. Her mother leaned close, voice taut with warning. “Do not let them be right, Elara. You are a princess of this house. Remember that.” Elara swallowed hard, nodding. But her wolf bristled against the words. Princess or not, she was a mate. And her bond was not with Kieran. Across the hall, Serenya met her eyes and offered a sympathetic smile, as if she too were burdened by the weight of rumors. Elara returned it with equal grace, though bile burned her throat. Friend. The word was poison now.

A second figure leaned in close to the king’s ear. Seraphine. Her mouth curved in a soft, poisonous whisper. Her nails dug into his shoulder. Her eyes glowed with triumph. She pressed a hand to the back of his neck. The king’s breath hitched. Lysandra tightened her spell. Kaelan screamed something silently. The vision shook so violently my stomach lurched. Seraphine leaned closer and whispered again, lips brushing the king’s ear. The king jerked. His eyes rolled back. The vision shattered.

He said. "Okay, Jeff." She tilted her head and nod. "That's nice." The man stares at him very carefully while still smiling. ....... Felix's POV The tension inside the mansion becomes less as soon as the first lady get back to Spain. Addressing her still as the first lady of Mendez household makes me want to puke. She's already Uncle Greg's ex-wife but still acting as if there's no Olivia Wines existing on Greg Mendez's side. Just like Siren, Sylvia is also a brat-turns into witch kind of a woman.

With a swift movement of her sword, Elaine sent Leana’s weapon clanging to the ground a foot away, then held the blade to the pale girl’s neck. “Get your feelings in check, Leana, I can read your frustration like an open book,” Elaine said smoothly and coolly, as if it was a fact so obvious it was dull. Lowering her blade, the knight stepped off the dueling mat. With a slight hop, she landed on the tile floor, much like a cat; she never stumbled. Sword sheathed, Elaine started to undo her armor, Leana following suit but two paces behind.

These two had been together even when she was still in a relationship with Christian. Somehow, she was also certain that Layla had a play in her death. “I think I have to take revenge on two people now. How troublesome.” Sofia didn’t enjoy planning revenge on someone but she genuinely believed those who wronged her needed to be punished. Not just by the law, which at times could be unjust, but also with her own hands. “What do you plan on doing next?” He asked. “I need to be closer with the enemy. Fortunately, I did a little digging earlier and found out that the Charmonet has two founders. The first is David Monet and the second one is Jean Charme. These two are pretty much equal in power.”