Sofia The First Feet Novels & Stories

I did, not even pretending to hesitate. Sofia did the same, letting the robe drop to the floor. Her body was flawless—flat stomach, long legs, breasts that seemed to defy gravity. She straddled the bed, facing us both, then reached out to hook her fingers in the waistband of Maya’s jeans. She looked up for permission. Maya nodded, so Sofia unbuttoned the fly, slow and careful, then peeled the jeans down Maya’s thighs. The underwear followed, and in a second Maya was naked, her skin goosebumped in the cold air.

Sofia jolted up from her bed at the sound of her alarm clock going off, she rubbed her eyes and sighed as she clicked the alarming ring off. She stretched her body for five minutes before swinging her body from the bed and straight to the floor. Sofia walked to her full-length mirror and examined her body, another scare added on her body from all her adventures. She hated that every time she needed to take a bath, she would have to look at her body.

A complicit heat. Sofia walked at a measured pace, deliberately slowed. Her hiking shoes crunched on the sandy ground with a regular, almost soothing sound, a rhythm marking the tumult of her thoughts. Each step kicked up a small cloud of ochre dust that slowly settled on her bare ankles, depositing a fine layer of travel. She wore beige hiking shorts, already stained with sand and sweat in the pockets, and a black tank top whose thin straps drew parallel lines on her shoulders, golden from days at the beach. Her hair, pulled back in a high ponytail, revealed her fragile neck, that almost invisible down that bristled in the warm breeze. She'd tied her windbreaker around her waist a mechanica

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."

"Definitely comes from you." --- They sat in comfortable silence for a while. Sofia ran along the water's edge, collecting rocks, examining each one like a precious gem. She'd run back occasionally to show them her finds—this one sparkly, this one smooth, this one shaped like a heart. Elena oohed and aahed appropriately. Alexander took photos with his phone. "Mama, look!" Sofia held up a flat stone. "I can skip it?" "You can try, baby." Sofia threw the stone with all her four-year-old strength. It plopped into the water with a satisfying splash. Zero skips. She didn't care.

A full, noisy laugh, all tiny teeth and unreasonable confidence. I power-walked several yards behind them, phone in hand, one earbud in, our group FaceTime open, and my lungs already reminding me that saving Pilates videos in a folder titled Start Next Week did not improve cardiovascular health through intention alone. On-screen, Sofia appeared against the Egyptian desert, wearing a field hat, her dark hair braided and her skin lit by the sun in a way that made her look like an archaeologist in an expensive movie who was about to fall in love with a deeply problematic professor.

The King of Beasts arrived and declared our child the next ruler of the alliance. Edward and I stared at each other in disbelief. Neither of us had expected it to turn out this way. Word spread through the pack like wildfire. Debra pushed her way through the crowd. The moment she saw the beautiful little white lion, she lost it. "This isn't real!" Debra shrieked. "Julie, how could you have a child before me?!" She couldn't accept it. She started screaming at everyone around her, calling them blind fools—insisting that she was the real divine maiden.

It seems like her daughter is ready to come into the world. A girl I've never seen before sits next to me. She seems very young, 17 maybe? Her dark hair is chin-length and I notice she's barefoot. She looks around nervously, and I recognize the feeling. "First time?" I ask. Her eyes widen, and she clasps her fingers together. "Is it that obvious?" she asks softly. "It always is. We've all been where you are," I calmly reply. "My name is Sofia," I introduce myself with a smile.

Anyway, she was upset and a little disgruntled. ‘What kind of person is he…’ After waking up the next morning, Sofia’s foot felt much better. It was still tender when she pressed it against the floor, but it at least did not affect her walking anymore and did not make her look like a waddling penguin. Both of them went to the office after having breakfast together.

“Throw them big ole things on up here,” said Sofia as Imara stretched out in her chair. Imara put her foot on Sofia’s lap and she rubbed the bottoms as Imara sighed. “I’m as big as a house. My feet are so swollen. Well, I think they are, I haven’t seen them for months.”