Sofia-the-first Fanfiction Novels & Stories

" 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.

Jaja sighs crossing his arms as he leans against the threshold to my chamber. Sofia spins around and strides up to Jaja with her hands curled into tight balls at her side. She raises her hand, pointing her index finger directly towards Jaja. “I told you, I don't ever-” She yelps when Jaja grabs her wrist and traps her against the wall, staring down at her as she stares up at him. “You never want to see me again, blah, blah, blah…" He snarls. “You tell me every time you see me, spitfire. But I don't believe a word of it.”

His eyes widen and for just a moment, he looks like he's seeing me clearly—really seeing the woman who stands before him instead of the broken creature he expects. "I, Sofia Homes, reject you, Andrew Grafton, as my mate and Alpha." The words ring with finality, carrying a power that makes every wolf in the room step back. Andrew staggers as if struck, his hand going to his chest. "Sofia, wait, you don't understand what you're doing—" "I understand perfectly." I'm already climbing the stairs, my voice carrying back to them. "I'm choosing myself for the first time in three years."

"You'll love it there, I promise. Zephyr's the kindest, sweetest soul, and I’m sure he'll take you in." I frowned through my tears. "Who's Zephyr?" "Our Alpha." "You call your Alpha by his first name?" Sofia blushed, and despite my tears, I grinned at her embarrassment. "Someone has a crush on their Alpha," I teased, wiping my tears—only to get smacked on the shoulder. "I do not!" She grumbled, making us both laugh. "You know what, you're right. Starting over doesn't sound bad. At least I won't have to see Matt's stupid face anymore."

"We could be there by breakfast." Sofia laughed—a short, breathless sound that startled her with its lightness. She leaned in and kissed him, a kiss that tasted of snow, ozone, and the terrifying, beautiful taste of freedom. She felt the weight of the Sovereign finally dissolve into the air, leaving behind only the girl who wanted to see the blue sand. "What do you want to do with your first day of real freedom, Sofia?" Nomo asked, his forehead resting against hers as the sun began to rise over the ruins of the world they had broken together.