Sofia The First Novels & Stories

And according to the destination… Sofia was going back to New York. For the first time in three months, it felt like the distance between us had suddenly become much smaller.

Chapter 170 — Rome, Faith, and Ice Cream The plane descended over Rome with that jolt that reminds you the adventure is just beginning. Sofía looked out the window with wide eyes, like a little girl seeing everything for the first time, even though she was no stranger to traveling. But this time was different: she wasn’t alone, nor was she with colleagues or at a conference. This time, she had Adrián by her side, squeezing her hand, and Ayden, who, in his little seat, was kicking his legs in fascination.

His eyes widen and for just a moment, he looks like he's seeing me clearly—really seeing the woman who stands before him instead of the broken creature he expects. "I, Sofia Homes, reject you, Andrew Grafton, as my mate and Alpha." The words ring with finality, carrying a power that makes every wolf in the room step back. Andrew staggers as if struck, his hand going to his chest. "Sofia, wait, you don't understand what you're doing—" "I understand perfectly." I'm already climbing the stairs, my voice carrying back to them. "I'm choosing myself for the first time in three years."

"These beasts have mates, like soulmates. Lovers chosen for them by the Moon Goddess, their deity." I nearly choked on my soup as I laughed bitterly. "I am not his soulmate. That's bullshit. I'd rather die than be tied to those monsters in any way." Sophie smirked, leaning closer. "Or you could find a way to kill him. You'll have plenty of chances to get close." "Don't even think about it," Madam Anna interrupted, her face suddenly serious. "Talking like that is a death wish. Many have tried, and none have succeeded. Your best option is to escape, dear. That's the only way you might survive."

Victoria was grateful for her family, feeling a pang of envy towards the original owner of her body, which only fueled her desire for more. "Victoria!" Sofia called out. "We have to head to the venue now." She glanced at her parents and greeted them with a smile. "Hi, I'm Sofia." "You're absolutely stunning," Sabby remarked. "I'm a huge fan of yours, Miss Sofia. I've seen almost all of your movies," Emmanuel added. Sofia blushed and could only manage an awkward smile. Despite being billionaires, Emmanuel and Sabby spoke like regular people. "Thank you so much," Sofia replied.

Sofia silently looked him over from top to bottom with a disdainful expression. He was quite handsome, exuding youthful exuberance. Unfortunately, it's a plonker! She ignored him and walked passed Xavier. Xavier’s charming smile was suddenly awkward. It was the first time he had been ignored by a girl like that! Xavier felt that his own charm had been challenged, so he continued to follow her undeterred. "My name is Xavier Munoz, what's yours?" "Get out of my way!" Sofia slanted a glance at him, somewhat enraged.

Stefanie and her sister Sofia gradually ran in opposite directions due to the disparity in views and values. Sofia fell in love with the crown prince of the empire. To become his wife, she did not hesitate to betray Stephanie and revealed the hidden places of the survivors to the prince. Cutting ties with Sofia, Stephanie fled from the palace and traversed six empires before leading the last of her people to raise a flag in the Northwest, establishing the first female-ruled empire. This scene was about how Stefanie led the troops. After many years, Sofia has become the Empress Dowager. When they met again, it was time for farewell.

Irene said heading to the door It was the same face she met the first day she had been into Antonio's office since Sofia started at her blankly “What are you doing here?”. Sofia asked Irene smiled back “ I _umm,I live here”. She responded “Is your boss in?”. Sofia asked letting herself in rudely She was dressed on her tight fitting gown that exposed her round curves Sofia was beautiful,she was tall, light brown skin and long black hairs “Sofia, nice to meet you,I wasn't expecting you”. Antonio said standing to offer her a seat

“I’m Ms.Emilia; I have spent all of my life with these animals. I was too busy to get married and have kids. Although the cats are cute and are my kids for life now, Sofia glanced down at the woman in front of her. Since Sofia was tall, she was really taller than the woman in front of her. Judging from the height, the woman looked 5'1, and well, she had to raise her head to get a glimpse of Sofia’s face. She looked at Alexander, who had three cats in his arms now. He was taller than her, and she wondered how short the woman was going to be while standing next to him. “Sofia’s the name. It’s nice to meet you.” Sofia said. “I am a friend of Alexander; I came here to volunteer and, as well, ado

The tension in his shoulders had coiled so tight he thought he might snap. He should have expected this. From the second he locked eyes with those five men in the café, he knew this moment would come. The past had never been the kind to stay buried, not for people like them. Not for men who lived in the shadows of power and blood. Sofia was different now. He had seen it in the steel of her gaze, the way she held herself—not just as a mother, not just as the girl he used to know, but as something else entirely. A woman carved by war and loss, by survival. The Bratva’s queen, they called her. And yet, to him, she was still Sofia. The girl he once watched scrape her knees climbing fences too hi