Sofia The First Cedric's Apprentice Novels & Stories

I ask, glaring at him as he came closer. "Ah yes, my name is Cedric Follett, Elijah's best friend" Cedric said, stretching his hands towards me for a handshake. I stare at his hand for a second before taking it. "I'm Celes-" "Celeste Sampson. I know" "Oh right" I mumbled not know what else to say. Cedric sits on the armchair opposite me and drinks his tea that was on the table and next to it was a book. How did I not notice that. He pick up the book and I look at the title. Peace And War it says.

"You can't die, so why think about death?" As Sofia bent to pick up the dagger, a man's mocking voice suddenly rang out. She quickly turned around and saw it was Cedric Bruh. Joshua and Sofia, seeing Cedric, naturally thought about how he had eyed their mother and used a charm on their father, causing anger and deep hatred to surge within them. Cedric saw their expressions but acted as if he hadn't noticed, remaining calm and collected. "Mr. Bruh," Old Master Carter and Phillip Wise both called out simultaneously.

Eric wondered if his little brother was being a bit hasty, but he still trusted his brother's poisonous eye for detecting talent and held his peace. He looked on without any change in expression. Sofia clenched her fists and looked straight at Chris; she didn’t flinch even though she was extremely nervous. After what seemed like a century, she heard the little young master say – “What was your theory?” “Young master is not the madam’s child.” Sofia bit her lips and exhaled “I know what I am saying sounds crazy considering you all witnessed young master being born.”

Sophie leaned against the wall, gasping. "Cedric has gone mad. He's the one who wronged you!" Sophie's eyes brimmed with tears. "Jeanna, can I sleep for a while?" Cedric was right—his life would have been happier without her. Seeing her so broken for the first time, Jeanna stuttered, "O-Of course. Let me help you." - Cedric left the apartment and drove his Rolls Royce recklessly, speeding through the streets and ignoring traffic lights. His behavior scared pedestrians, who feared an impending tragedy.

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) "How long were you planning to stand there and let me believe you were him? Was it the way I looked at you, or did you just enjoy the taste of the tea I made for a dead man?" Sofia’s voice was a jagged blade of ice, echoing through the ribbed obsidian corridors of the High Citadel. She didn't wait for an answer. Her hand snapped upward, and a bolt of liquid sapphire light hissed through the air, shattering a decorative crystal vase inches from the imposter’s head.

So was Sofia. Lily crawled out of the ditch, the dog in her arms. “Ceddy. Look.” She pointed to the smoking ruins. A figure was walking toward them…small, limping, covered in ash. It was Sofia. She was alive. She was carrying something in her hands. A small drive. “My mother gave me this,” Sofia said, her voice hollow and exhausted. “She said to give it to you. She said… she said she was sorry.” She held out the drive. Cedric took it. The master list. The tracker. Everything.

It was so much…so much more than I had ever imagined. Luca looked up at me, his eyes hooded, his hand resting on my thigh. "Are you ready for your first lesson, Sofia? No videos, just us." I looked into his eyes, seeing the monster, the protector, and the teacher all at once."I'm ready," I whispered.

She asked. “Amelia?” Her father called and she faced him. “I’m serious, who is she? Like a nurse” There was something in her voice like they hadn’t exactly gotten off on the right foot. “I’m sorry, I’m Sofia…Sofia Winters.” “Sofia is uhm,” Benedict interrupted, a lump slipping down his throat. “She works at Coffees n Creams and honestly, she’s been the one there for me since everything” He continued and Amelia scoffed from her lips.

he asked but Sofia only smiled. “You should know me better Greg... I always have my ways” Greg didn't need to guess more on what ways she has. “Elder Morgan and Fern let you in. Sofia when is this going to end? I have worked with you for years and I am very much aware the thing chasing the cricket out of its hole must be something mightier than the cricket “I wasn't wrong when I said you know me better.” Sofia smiles. She reaches out her hand to him but Greg only stares at it.

"Hi, Camille. I'm Sofia, the new intern. I'm thrilled to work with you." Camille extended her hand. "Welcome, Sofia. I'm glad to have you on board." Sofia's eyes sparkled. "I've admired your work, Camille. Your designs inspire me. I'd love to learn from you." Camille chuckled. "You'll learn plenty, Sofia. We'll keep you busy." Sofia persisted, "I mean, learn from you directly, Camille. Mentor me. I want to absorb your expertise." Camille hesitated, unsure if she was ready to take on a protégée. But Sofia's enthusiasm was infectious.