Sofia-the-first Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I muttered as she walked away, leaving me to order another shot of alcohol and drown in my thoughts of Sofia. Her fucking eyes—the way her eyes rolled as I filled her insides on that night, and God knew how I planned on searching for her that night, save her from the man that she was supposed to be sold to until... She stepped into my father's Mansion alongside her father and worst, she was to be married to the one person I'd hate even the person I despised the most to get married to—my brother. Dressed in that lazy pink gown, her eyes caught mine and for a moment, she stilled, her eyes were filled with so much fucking hurt, silently screaming for help. And the moment I dreaded the most bega

Sofia’s POV On the drive toward the orphanage, Sofia sat in the back of the reinforced SUV, staring out the tinted window. A faint blush colored her cheeks as she replayed the morning in her mind—how she had seduced Luca, the way his strong resolve had crumbled under her touch, the possessive way he had pulled her back into bed afterward. He acts so tough, she thought, smiling to herself, but he can’t say no to me. The memory made her stomach flutter with warmth and desire. She also thought about the moment she said the word love.

Arthoro raised his voice at the end and huffed out an angry breath. Sofia picked up her steak knife and violently dung it into the table, “you are walking on thin ice. Keep your feelings to yourself. Arthoro did you think I would be happy to hear all this crap? You must be joking and next time watch your tone.” Sofia added and stalked away from the table. Arthoro was crazy for falling for her because this women could kill him in his sleep or even before she walked away from the table, but he still like her. He moved back on his chair and drew in a deep breath.

ALARIC'S POV The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I watched Sofia stir beside me, her breathing even, her features calm for the first time since this chaos began. She looked fragile, yet there was an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that stirred something primal within me. My mate. The word still sent ripples of emotion through me—protectiveness, desire, and something deeper I wasn’t ready to name.

" Alexander ignored Roxie and opened his room door. He walked into his room and placed Sofia on the bed. She looked into his eyes to see that they were dark with bloodlust. Without saying a word, he turned around to leave. Her hand reached out to grab him; she was fully aware that if she let him go out there to Roxie, he was going to disfigure her. "Don't try to stop me," he said. "She almost killed you; you can't live with me if you are soft-hearted." Sofia's eyes widened, and she let go of his jacket. She watched him leave the room. She tried hard not to feel bad for Roxie, got off the bed, and went to the shower. After she was done bathing, she checked her phone and went on I*******m. She

Sofia said, crying in her arms. Sofia noticed Regina’s reluctance. She slowly hugged Sofia back, saying, “What? Charlie? She’s not good enough. Why would Archie get involved with her?” “You weren’t in school, so you did not see it,” Sofia said. She cried genuinely because she was truly hurt. But deep inside, Sofia was brewing with hate. The truth was, she somewhat believed Regina was capable of double-crossing her. Still, she initially would instead believe the post online because she had sided with Regina over Charlie many times.

But I did it for my own reasons, and he knows why. When I saw Sofiya for the first time, I knew she was my mate. Sofiya is my girlfriend, but she is too weak and innocent. I don't want someone who is weak. I know I like her, but I don't want to tell her that. My phone rang in my pocket, which woke me up from my thoughts. I checked the caller ID and picked up the phone. "Laura, are you all right? Alpha, yes and no. She told me, "What's that? It has to do with Sofia Alpha. What's up with her? I asked her tensed. She lost consciousness and hit her head, but it's not a big deal.

Gasps, laughter, “That’s so hot, how do you even write that without combusting?” Then Sofia volunteered to read hers. She cleared her throat. “Okay… this one’s new. It’s… intense.” She started soft. A woman alone in her apartment, thinking about the man she shouldn’t want. Fingers trailing down her stomach, circling her clit while she imagines his mouth on her. The room went quiet. Sofia’s voice dropped lower, huskier as she described the fantasy man pinning her wrists, spreading her thighs, licking slow circles until she begged.

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.

It's probably going to be a long wait, but I promised I'd come for you, so I'm going to work hard to keep that promise. Until then, you would wait for your Alpha, won’t you, Princess? Yours Always, M * * * SOFIA I couldn’t believe I was going through with this, but it was sleep with a royal or die within these four walls of the palace. My father was playing a dirty game. It wasn’t just about cleansing. He had it inside his mind that even if the Alpha returned to claim me in the future, he wouldn’t want me anymore, not after he realized that I’d slept with someone else.