Sofia The First Feet Novels & Stories

SOFIE The gala felt like a dream. Flashing cameras, endless laughter, elegant gowns. But when we stepped into the quiet hush of our foyer, it was his voice that lingered. “Sofie,” he said, his voice velvet-rich, threaded with pride. “You won everyone’s hearts tonight.” My feet throbbed with every step, but I smiled through it. I kicked off my heels with a groan, the sound of them clattering across the floor too sharp in the silence.

I was in the body of that five-year-old girl again. In front of me, Sofia was spreading a blanket over my bed. Sunlight fell across the side of her face, so young, so lovely. I jumped up from the bed and, using the most natural-sounding excuse a five-year-old could think of, shouted, "I want to go to the Vane Bookshop!" Sofia's hands went still, and she slowly turned her head to look at me. "How do you know about that place?" I slid off the bed, walked up to her, and looked up earnestly into her eyes.

But tonight, the temple was vibrating with a low, subterranean groan that resonated directly within the marrow of my bones. Sofia tore herself from my grip the moment her bare feet touched the central ceremonial dais. I shouted for her to step back from the altar, launching my hand forward to grab her wrist, but the sheer emotional force radiating from her body hit my senses like a physical blow, staggering me back a step.

Sofia was the first person I noticed. My mouth nearly dropped at what she was wearing. She wore a black net crop top that clung to her chest and tactical shorts cut dangerously high. Her hair was tied into a ponytail that whipped behind her as she moved, her chest bouncing with every strike. Her dark-brown nipples were visible through the mesh, fighting to see the world. She was smiling, actually happy.

They cooed at the soft action melting their stone cold hearts a tad more. Sofia looked around the foreign room then realised that her clothes are changed and that she was wearing a huge black t-shirt and white sweats. The bandages and IV attached to her made her forget about the triplets that were looking at her to see what her next action would be. Frowning Sofia ripped off the tube hissing painfully as touched her bandaged feet to let out a pained groan once more. Her feet felt inexplicably sore and throbbed with every small movement.

Sofia slipped into a pair of shimmery white stilettos that perfectly matched her dress. She had always preferred heels, as they brought her closer to Leonardo's towering height. Leonardo's tall stature, standing at a commanding 6' 8" or 6' 9" - Sofia couldn't be sure of the exact measure, was both awe-inspiring and intimidating. But it was precisely his height that fascinated her, making her heart flutter. She cherished those moments when he would stoop slightly, lowering his head to meet her gaze with his beautiful grey eyes, conveying tenderness and adoration in a single glance.

Sofia hisses, her voice a terrified, frantic whisper. She grabs my arms and violently yanks me up from the floor with shocking strength, forcing me down into the heavy armchair she was just occupying. In one frantic, sweeping motion, Sofia drops to her knees on the floor right in front of me, grabbing my ankles and pulling my feet into her lap to pretend she is the one massaging my boots.

Sofia knelt, brushing away the ice, revealing a faint impression—a footprint. “It’s small,” she said, glancing up at him. “Could be hers.” Diego inhaled deeply, catching the faintest trace of her scent lingering in the air. His pulse quickened. “It’s hers,” he confirmed, his voice low but certain. Gabriel and Alessandro joined them, their expressions a mix of relief and tension. “She’s on foot,” Alessandro noted, his brow furrowing. “No horse, no vehicle tracks. But… she’s not alone.”

He scoffed rolling his eyes. . I gasped running my hand over his face. "Omg, your skin feels sooooo soft like a baby's skin!" I gushed touching his face while he scrunched up his face. "Feel mine, is it as soft as yours?" I tell him nearing my face to his and he brought his hand up lightly touching my face. I shiver at his touch, looking directly in his dark eyes filled with passion and intensity. "Is it soft?" I ask him biting my lip.

My chest tightened. “Don’t,” I warned. She ignored me. She climbed further, gripping the edge, ready to jump. And before I could reach her— her foot slipped. Her body tilted forward. And Sofia— my Sofia— began to fall out the window.