Sofia The First In The Village Novels & Stories

Even Aiden’s breath caught. And for the first time in a long time…Sofia felt more than scared for her life. TBC

I strode majestically over to where Lucia stood beside Santoro and stopped right in front of her, just inches away from her face. “First and foremost, I did not become a CEO overnight. I am Sofia Estaban, the firstborn and daughter of Carlos Estaban. Which makes the rightful heir to my father's empire.” I began making sure my voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. “Did you just hear that?” “Miss Sofia will really place Miss Lucia in her place this time. I can't wait for what's about to happen.” “The news outlets are about to go wild.” Giggles and murmurs filled the atmosphere and I smirked at the rising public speculation. Lucia just never learns, and I will keep teaching her various le

“Husband, make love to me.” 22 Sofia I woke up next to Hades. He was flat on his back with his hand resting on his tight stomach. His face was slightly tilted toward me, and he looked so peaceful when he was asleep. He wasn’t the hard and dangerous man who hunted the streets of Florence. He was soft…kind.

Sof replied. "The members of the Midnight Pack who came back to the castle with us got out of their cars, and we walked over to where they were standing. My dad told some of the workers to show them to their rooms. I had Layla and her little sister Brittany stay behind. "Layla, this is my mate and your future Queen, Sofia," I said "Hello, My Queen," Layla said as she kneeled to Sofia. "You don't have to kneel to me, Layla, and you can call me Sofia," Sof said with a smile. Then she looked at Brittany. "Hello, Sweety," Sofia said to the sleepy Brittany, who didn't reply.

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."

*************************** ROMANO’S VILLA Sofia's face lit up with pure joy as she laid eyes on me again at the Villa. The safety of Arman's parents' Villa was a comforting thought, knowing that more people were there to protect me, especially since the culprit was still roaming freely anywhere. "Oh, my dear, I've missed you terribly. Welcome back!" Sofia's voice was filled with genuine warmth as she enveloped me in a tight hug. "Are you hungry? Let me prepare something for you." "No, I'm fine, S–Sofia," I said softly.

Sofia: The first thing I register is the weight, crushing me down bone deeply like I'm pressed between something. I can't breathe properly or move an inch, even when my eyelashes feel like they need permission to open. It's too quiet here. Too calm with no strong fragrance, instead something earthy. Just freshness.

And that’s what I’m going to do. “I said, let go of me! You’re going to regret touching me bitch!” Sofia yells and then slaps the vampire holding her hostage, pretty hard. The vampire winces, holding her cheek in pain. Sofia quickly takes the wood from the ground, and she stabs the vampire with it; the vampire falls to the ground and turns into ashes. “Sofia!” I call out her name as the vampire on top of me continues to punch me over and over. The next thing they do almost makes me pee my pants. He opens his mouth to bite me. And I almost peed my pants.

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.

There's a custom in our village. Before getting married, every man has to bring his girlfriend to the chapel to pay their respects. If they come back out safely, it means the couple is destined to live happily together for the rest of their lives. Both of my younger brothers are married at 20. Meanwhile, I'm 30 and still single. It's not that I don't want to settle down, but every girlfriend I bring into the chapel ends up breaking up with me after she comes out. Some even try to kill me. My new girlfriend thinks our village is hopelessly backward and insists on going inside. My father, the village chief, brings her in himself. When they come back out, she pins me to the ground and tri