Sofia-the-first Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sofia's face flushed crimson. Leaning closer, Leonardo's warm breath caressed Sofia's ear as he whispered, his voice a seductive melody that resonated deep within her. "Angel, I have a mile-high club fantasy about you. Would you like to know what I envision when we soar through the sky, hundreds of kilometers above the ground?" Sofia squirmed in her seat, a delicious shiver tingling down her spine. His words held an irresistible allure, leaving her yearning for more. She couldn't tear her gaze away from him, her curiosity piqued, desperate to uncover the depths of his desires.

All the characters, places and events are purely based on my imagination, any resemblance to the respective elements is a mere matter of pure coincidence. Do follow me on insta as agni_aastha for the character sketches and aesthetics. ❤Sofia point of view❤ I lied in the bedroom lifeless, completely emotionless as in the sudden realization hit me. Did he win?? Did Axel win?? although the cop had been freed, still will Axel still be responsible for the humongous havoc he is going to cause??

Sofia's thunderous growl greeted me as soon as I entered my cabin. "I have no desire to degrade you when you're already a degraded person," I retorted, meeting her gaze with a firm expression. Sofia hissed, "You don't believe you can win Darcus back from me." "I know you're only trying to seduce him, but he's not interested in you. If he was, he wouldn't have gotten up and come to me," I calmly replied, stating what I observed, considering Darcus appeared furious in her presence. However, I questioned why I even cared and why I found myself engaged in a debate with Sofia.

Notice: I'm so sorry for keeping my sweet readers waiting for the next chapter, please forgive me, I promise to update daily from now since I'm done with my exams. Please like, share, comment and add to favourite: it would encourage me to do amazing well. I love you all. Things Fall Apart. Sofia's Pov. The buzzing sound of the alarm clock close to the lamp woke me up harshly-7:00am. I blinked one eye, the other closed tightly, fighting the ray of sunlight threatening to make me blind.

"They have history, Theo. Real history. They were high school sweethearts." "Liar," I snapped. Diego raised a brow. "Oh? You don’t believe me?" He exhaled dramatically. "Then let me spell it out for you. Thomas and Sofia weren’t just a fling. They were in love. That kind of love that makes people stupid. That makes them blind." He laughed under his breath. "She was his first everything. His first kiss. His first love. His first heartbreak." My grip on the gun faltered for a split second.

Chapter One -- The Fall Sofia moved quietly around the house, humming to herself, and setting the dining-table. “Perfect.” She mumbled as she lit up a little candle in the middle. The smell of roasted chicken and fresh vegetables filled the air. “I pray this work.” Sofia said, hoping this would help her mate, Damien, out of his distant moods. Several attempts had failed as she tried to him to pass a moment with her, had rendered her sad yet she could not resist the temptation of a quiet intimate dinner to-night. Maybe to-night that would be different. Maybe tonight would end well, revive their mate bond and maybe… the dull and fading mate mark on her neck would be brought back to life.

Valentina had stayed up all night making paper flowers. “I remember looking at both of you and thinking I was the luckiest man alive,” Luca said quietly. “I still think that. Even now.” Valentina’s memory was quieter. It was the night Sofia had her first heartbreak at sixteen. She had cried for hours. Luca had made hot chocolate. Valentina had sat on the bed with her, braiding her hair and telling stupid jokes until Sofia laughed through her tears. Luca had checked on them every hour, bringing more tissues and snacks.

She looked at me with so much admiration, it made me blush. "Oh my god, you are so pretty!" she squeaked, clasping her hands together. "Look at her hair, Greg! It’s like a shampoo commercial! Are you really okay? I heard you got shot right in the chest! That's so intense! Are you going to have a scar? I bet it’s a cool scar. I’m Sofia, by the way. I’m fourteen, and I already know I’m going to be a world-famous fashion designer." "Sofia, let her breathe," Greg said, stepping forward with a much quieter, shy smile. "Hi, Elena. I'm Greg. Welcome home. Sorry about her, she talks a lot."

Prolouge. One and a half years earlier. The dinner in Spain. Sofia was on the opposite side of the room, while Vincenzo secretly admired her beauty. It had been two hours, not the Sofia caught Vincenzo attention without her even knowing. Her smile alone was so alluring, and Vincenzo wanted to be the reason she smiled every day, but he was afraid of what she would think of him. For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid.

I concluded. Dr. Kent’s smile didn’t waver. In fact, it grew wider and more dangerous. “You don’t have to be so formal, Sofia. There’s no need to be so cold, we’re not strangers.” He stood up, walking over to the other side to get closer to me. “I can help you, if you’d like. A woman like you… You deserve to be treated properly, don’t you think? A little recognition for your efforts, maybe a little reward.” He said leaning onto me. I could feel his old man smell all over me .