Sofia The First Feet Novels & Stories

Sofia had become the inquisitive one. Finally, Mikael came back to his senses. It is not the perfect time to express how he felt for the woman in front of him. Not yet. While having this thought, he had no choice but to keep his hands away from her body. Or else, he would lose control. “I need to wake up so early tomorrow morning or my trainer will get furiously mad if I come late,” Sofia explained. “Sorry, I guess I have to leave now,” Mikael uttered these words while walking away from her.

Wilson growled before telling me, "Go, be with Sophia and keep me updated until I can get there." "That goes without saying." I replied before hanging up and going into the room. When I walked into the room, Sophia was removing the blanket as she was asking the nurse with her, "I think I might’ve wet myself." I moved the blanket away, but my heart sank when I saw blood on her legs and the bed as the nurse walked over, "It's okay, baby. It's normal with four babies pressing against your bladder. Just get some rest." "Okay." Sophia sighed as she was already drifting off.

Hearing applause, Alex draws Sofia’s attention and says, “Very good, nice, it's very nice. Now let me see straight ahead.” Sofia wasn’t ready for that, but remembering how she was recording gave her a bit of courage. Straightening her back again, she stands up and looking at Alex. She squints a little, lifting her skirt in the front showing everything under her. She could feel her increasingly wet vagina tickling him. With a sigh, she gave herself the courage to open her eyes and look at Alex.

said Jack looking at Sofiya with his wide eyes. “Okay… what’s the rule number one then?” asked Sofiya while walking out of the balcony. “Don’t pollute the environment with your unwanted noise like you are doing right now” said Jack following her. “What?” “Don’t stamp your feet heavily on the ground. Don’t produce any sounds while walking.” Sofiya stood still and turned her head towards Jack and said “Why is that? What is the problem with the noise? Are you all suffering from Ligyrophobia?”

After dinner, the penthouse loosens. Music hums softly from unseen speakers. Sofia’s mum disappears into the kitchen with the housekeeper, animated and laughing. Sofia perches on the edge of the counter, scrolling through her phone and launching into a familiar rant about her ex. Layla’s feet ache. She slips out of her heels without thinking, sighing softly as the cool marble soothes the sting. She takes two barefoot steps. Then- “Shoes.” The word cuts cleanly through the room.

The crowd was thrown back, the stones they had thrown suspended in mid-air for a heartbeat before crumbling into dust. Sofia descended from the upper balcony, her feet never touching the ground. She didn't look like the girl who had worked in the kitchens. Her hair was a river of silver, and her hands—those terrifying, beautiful crystalline hands—were glowing with an internal, indigo fire. The air around her hummed with a frequency that made everyone’s teeth ache. "Sofia..." Somito whispered, his rifle dropping as he looked at her in awe.

Sofia's dress is of a similar cut but shimmers a bright pink, her mask wrapping around her head like mine. They look hot as fuck. There's no other way to put it. Honestly, we all do. It helps that I'm wearing red, because it appears I'm the only one not wearing sky-high heels. "My god, what are those?" I point down to Sofia’s feet. Her shoes sparkle silver and have to be at least six inches tall. "These are my fuck-me heels." We all laugh in unison, right as the driver announces our arrival. He pulls up to the curb in front of the club, and I lean across Sofia's lap to peer out the window.

SOFIA I sipped my alcohol and looked at the very charming man before me. He was saying, "first things first, Sofia," he paused and continued, leaning in closer to ensure I understood the gravity of his words. "I need to brief my company on this new project. While I may be the head, I can't possibly handle all the groundwork by myself, you know. It has to be done step by step, I would have done it all, but we need help."

“Your call.” The chanting got louder. Sofia stood abruptly. “Fine.” She didn’t wait for him to follow. The stairs creaked under her feet. The noise downstairs faded with every step. At the top, she pushed open the first door she saw and walked in. Harry followed. The door shut behind them. Silence slammed into place. They stood there, breathing hard—not from the stairs. “Two minutes,” Sofia said, crossing her arms again. “We don’t have to talk.”

she finished softly. There was silence, and then chaos erupted Sofia shrieked, vaulted out of her chair, and hurled herself at Valentina, arms around her neck. “Mommy! Really?” “Careful, amore,” I warned, reaching to hold them both. “Mommy has a baby in her stomach.” Sofia immediately let go and dropped to her knees, pressing both hands gently against Valentina’s still-flat belly. “Hi, baby,” she whispered, utterly serious. “Please be a girl. Boys are disgusting.”