Sofia The First As An Adult Novels & Stories

Chapter 27: He saved me Sofia’s POV I wiped my sweat as we were about to reach the peak of the mountain. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling because, after many years of being lonely and experiencing sadness and horrible things, I became active again. I feel alive. This is the second time around that I felt like I was turning into someone I was before when my parents were still alive. I didn’t notice myself staring at him. His face is serious, yet he still manages to look attractive. Damn this boy, how can someone be so lucky like him? He got the face, the body to die for. And he’s filthy rich too.

I could feel the crest of my pleasure gradually building up inside me as Sofie increased her speed, her lust-filled stare still not breaking away from my face. I sucked in the cold air as my cock slipped out of her mouth with a loud pop. Chuckling, she grabbed me again to continue blowing me when I held her wrist and shook my head. I couldn't allow this to end before it even started. I shuffled up from the bed, and flipped her over so that she was now laying underneath me with her legs wide open. "I-It's my first time giving a blowjob." Sofie gritted out as I placed a kiss on her welcoming entrance.

Sofia. My veins popped out in shock, Alexander stood in front, hand held tightly both of them in matching outfit, her heels complementing his suit. She smiled at me, a wicked smile, a smile a predator winks at it prey before devouring it. “Alex_”. I scoffed, my gaze fixed. Why was she here? Why was she exchanging pleasantries with my staff? “Sofia, I'm sorry am late” “Shall we begin”. Alexander said unapologetically, like I didn't deserve an apology or an explanation to why she was in my father's company at this crucial time.

--- Sofia comes home for winter break. She's different — taller, more confident, speaking in full sentences about psychology and the brain and the nature of trauma. She talks to Celeste for hours, the two of them curled on the couch, the fire crackling. "She's becoming herself," I say. "She's becoming separate." "That's the same thing." --- Sofia asks about the Oracle remnants. Not the technical details — she doesn't care about those. She wants to know why Celeste didn't go after them herself.

"My mom's already texting. She wants to know who you are." He smirked. "Tell her I'm a spoiled rich boy with commitment issues." I gave him a look. "I thought we were trying to convince people this was real." He laughed. "Then tell her I make you laugh." I stared out the window. The truth was, he did. Theo I couldn't stop sneaking glances at her. Sofia wasn't the kind of girl who faded quietly into the background. She had fire in her veins and glass in her voice. And for reasons I couldn't quite explain, being around her made everything else—Althea, the pack, the pressure—feel... manageable.

Sofia: My body is paining as I try to get up, my muscles are tensed and body sore. He speaks less, but his spanking does it all. My body craves for care, which is nowhere near here. I'm trying to adapt. I'm trying to inculcate in my mind, this is the destiny I've got. But it rebels, it seeks permission to disobey him, and show him, I'm not weak. I was never weak.

please refuse this marriage I beg you! "It's a very delicate situation Sofia... very delicate... I can't just refuse such a union!" "Have you gone crazy? You're going to marry me off like this for the sake of honor? You're crazy! Father no, refuse, say I'm disgusted... that I'm disgusted with him. Say I'm a lesbian and I intend to marry Judith soon and we're very happy... invent something, but I'm not marrying Petro He! Have you ever thought about Mirella? Have you thought about her feelings? She woke up early today and came back with a bunch of bags full of panties waiting for a wedding that is not going to happen... do something! I refuse to accept this marriage!"

Sofia's POV It's almost two years had pass and my child will be turning two years old by next month. Everything that happened to me in the past still so fresh in my head. Forgetting all of it was so hard for me. I was living far away from Drake and even until now, I have no idea of what happened towards him. My friends keep visiting me in here because Blaze told them about my whereabouts. “Sofia…” Calithea called my name and which made me turn around my head towards her direction. I am here in the terrace attempting to freshen my mind. My son was with Cressida and Zehra. Yes, I gave birth with a boy and named Luke.

I wouldn't even know if he's in some sort of trouble. I pouted feeling miserable and sad, my eyes caught sight of Dogi sitting on the windowsill and I made my way towards it grabbing him and hugging him tightly to my chest. I sniffed him in. I need to stop crying and act like a grown-up. I'm 17 for God's sake. Taking in a deep determined breath, I wiped my face with my hoodie and went inside the walk-in closet, and picked out a long dark blue floral frock that ended till my calf with my matching flats. Then I brushed my hair, twisting the front strands clipping them behind my head. My heart still felt constricted and tight. My lower lip wobbled and I clenched my fist to keep from bursting in