روايات وقصص ضمن Sofia The First

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.

“ Smile, principessa, we wouldn’t want anyone thinking I’m forcing you to be my queen, would we? “ “ Please, Nikolai. We don’t have to do this. You can let me leave and live out my life. I don’t want to be part of the mafia. “ I said with tears in my eyes. Nikolai chuckled like he thought my tears were funny. I got up and went towards him. I kneeled in front of him and continued begging. “ Get up, Brianna. You look pathetic. You need to carry yourself like a queen, not like a crybaby. “ He held my chin and lifted me to my feet. “ A queen doesn’t beg or cry for anyone. Wear your crown with pride. Now wipe those pathetic tears from your face and fix your looks. No queen of mine will be seen as

4th of July 2016 5:00 AM Willow started his day with a very fast-paced Fantasie Impromptu to signify a day of hard work. For when Chopin got chopping with those black and white keys, Willow was already car-bound towards the last location Albert has been spotted. He swayed his head and attempted to sing the record using only the babbling and blathering of his lips and tongue knocking boots towards the palate. Whenever the six-minute wonder would conclude itself, he would just repeatedly press the replay button. That was his Frédéric of a morning.

Tye replied eagerly and Sofia chuckled. “Well, in the beginning, there was a big girl named Sofia, and she had this belief about love, which her Abuela had taught her: Sparks fly when you meet your one true love-” “-How?” Tye asked. This was the first of many interruptions Sofia would come to experience. “I don’t know,” Sofia exhaled uncomfortably. She was already getting scared that this would be a lot harder than it had seemed. “When your hands come in contact I guess-”

Many of the king's sons were crazy about hee, it made her get many matchmaking proposals from the kings for their son, even though she was only 15 years old. Princess Sofia walked gracefully towards Nathania who was standing with all her attention on her. Princess Sofia stood in front of her, showing her charming sweet smile and lowering her head slowly paying homage to the figure they thought was the Great Prince. "Good afternoon, Your Majesty! I am Sofia Grevaldia, daughter of King Julian and Queen Erika of Evangelia. It is a great honor for me to meet the Grand Prince of Lithonia!" she said gracefully and confidently. Enchanted everyone in the hall.

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

Alexandra asks in a daring tone. "Try me and see. I will cut those wings you seem to be growing. Firstly, your friends won't be allowed to come in. Also you won't be allowed to go out!" Raphael says and resumes eating. "That's not fair!" "Nothing is fair in life, " Raphael defends. "You are so heartless!" Alexandra says while she picks up the plate she ate with. She throws a quick glance on Juliet, before storming off to the kitchen. "Don't forget to wash it!" Raphael calls out.

My unnervingly calm reply made Vittorio's expression turn dark. He scowled and said, "Sofia is only seven years old." "She already has a mind of her own," I said evenly. That was the truth. Sofia was already capable of many things on her own—like pushing me into the sea, like tearing apart Mamma's memorial portrait and scattering her ashes like they meant nothing. Vittorio snapped, "Are you still upset about what happened earlier today?"

“Let her go.” Adrian released her. Sofia rubbed her wrist. Then she looked at me. “The first child wasn’t me.” I stared at her. “What?” “I was the first child Adrian used to convince Dante that he had lost a daughter.” My stomach dropped. Dante stood. “What are you saying?” Sofia looked directly at him. “I am your daughter.” She swallowed. “But I’m not the daughter you’ve been looking for.” Silence. Adrian’s face hardened. Sofia continued. “Your real firstborn was born years after me.” Dante stared at her. “Who?” Sofia looked at Valentina

“HE WILL SEEK THE KINGDOM THAT WAS STOLEN FROM HIM.” Sophia’s expression changed. “What kingdom?” The First King smiled. “Your heart.” The Real Reason Sophia suddenly remembered. The First King hadn’t merely ruled creation. He had loved her. Not as a daughter. Not as a servant. As an equal. They had created the first universe together. They had watched civilizations rise. They had watched stars die. But eventually Sophia disagreed with his philosophy. He believed existence required absolute order. She believed existence required freedom. They fought. Sophia won.