Sofia The First As An Adult Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 2 Sofia's POV Today is the first day of school. I'm kind of excited because I haven't seen my friends and boyfriend all summer, though my boyfriend came to Paris during my mom’s fashion show. I woke up, took a shower and did my little makeup which is just eyeliner and mascara, as I sat in front of the mirror. I don't usually put on makeup during school days, I only put on makeup when I'm going out, not that I need it but I like to feel good about how I look.

I denied vehemently, shaking my head in shock. "Well, it wouldn't be too far fetched. The idea of you falling for Adrian that is." Sofia said. I turned to look at her, shooting her the most hard glare I could give. She raised up her shoulders in a shrug and stared back at me. "I'm just saying it is possible. He is handsome, rich, famous, powerful- he has everything any woman would ever want in a man." Sofia defended her previous statement. "Whatever he is or is not, I don't care. I am not interested in him as more than a human being, and I never will be." I maintained.

A werewolf who could not shift. “Sofia,” Simon said as he walked closer to me. “I know what happened back there was not cool. You didn’t deserve that at all. But you don’t have to prove to them that you’re not supposed to be in this world.” “I’m not!” “Yes, you are, you are Sofia Santos, the badass girl who didn’t let anyone get to her, the girl who fought back and didn’t care what people said. You are funny and stunning, and you are the love of my life. I love you, Sofia. I love you so much.”

Freya questioned with a smile. No one had ever asked that of me. "I don't know" I shrugged my shoulders and we remained silent throughout the walk. *** The next morning, Sofia was the first person I saw. We stood in the sitting room talking about Freya. "I'm really not that romantic, I only know how to have sex with girls" I whined. "You've lived most of your life as a womaniser and it wouldn't be fair to Freya if you treated her like one of your harlots" Sofia sighed and rubbed her chin in thought.

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

Her fingers traced invisible patterns on the wooden desk as memories she had long buried began to surface. Sofia had been just eight years old when she realized that being born a Montero came with expectations. The men were celebrated, their achievements plastered across headlines, their ambitions fostered and supported. The women, however, were little more than shadows expected to exist quietly in the background. Sofia had refused to accept that fate.

THE STORY OF SOFIA AND DRACO A summary in entries This is what happened, from the beginning. A twenty-year-old Omega named Sofia Fletcher was put on an auction platform in a slave house. She had been there for four years. Before that she had been rejected by the Alpha who was supposed to be her fated mate publicly, on his coronation day, and tortured, and sold. She had spent four years learning the specific art of surviving. She was very good at it. A man walked into the auction house. Every person in the room dropped their eyes. She did not drop hers. She looked back. He found her across the dark and his gaze held hers and something was decided that neither of them had been consulted on.

If there was one thing that never changed about her, was the fact that she always took at least two hours to get ready and they needed to leave the house by six. After a few weeks of dressing up as Gilda, Sofia was starting to get used to her new appearance. She actually found herself slightly changing even in term of personality where she has become bolder, more in tuned with her own emotions instead of always catering to other people’s emotions. She’s more outspoken and she has definitely become more scheming and learnt to lie which in her case was actually a good thing. She realized all along she had always been so naïve, always trusting people, thinking that everyone had good intention f

Sofia exhaled still with her calm demeanor, letting her father speak until he finished without interrupting him. "Daddy Sofia hasn't forgotten, Sofia knows that Arthur is my future husband but can it wait any longer? I've just started my business in Venice and I don't want it to stop just because I can't make it work." Sofia's return to her business is the reason why she never returned to France where she was born. "Leave everything Sofia Daddy will get someone else to work on it, you just need to come back and control it from afar." Sofia bites her lip and massages her temples, right. how long will she continue to avoid all this trouble?

Sofia let out a soft sigh after hearing his story. "Sounds like my situation isn't much better," she murmured. "Calliope is my father's concubine. Sure, she's wealthy and spoils me... but in the end, I'm not her real child. If I stop being useful, she wouldn't hesitate to hand me over to some billionaire she knows-like a commodity." Sofia let out a dry laugh. These were things she had never shared with anyone, but after hearing Hubert open up, she suddenly felt the urge to confide in him.