Novelas y relatos de Sofia The First

Sofia sighed, projecting her voice so every single pack member could hear her feigned sweet sympathy. She stepped out of the shadows, gliding gracefully toward the dais. "We all know a pack of feral rogues tore her apart. It is a tragedy, yes, but rogues kill our kind every day. We should be celebrating our future, not dragging us back into the past." Without waiting for a response, Sofia took Martha's trembling hand and pressed it against her own pregnant belly. "For example," Sofia purred, casting a cunning, condescending side-glance at me, "why do you not tell the pack what you see for the royal heir I am carrying?"

"Look at yourself. Look at what you’ve become. A Queen without a crown, hunting a ghost in a graveyard. Is this the freedom you promised him?" "I promised him a world where he didn't have to look over his shoulder!" Sofia shouted, spinning around, her hands glowing. She blasted a mirror to her left, then another to her right. The sound of shattering glass was like a symphony of screams. "Show yourself! If you’re so proud of being the 'First’s' pet, come and face me!" (ZILO’S POINT OF VIEW)

"And you, Sofia. You're so blinded by the fact that Salvatore didn't want you that you're willing to help the man who sees us as nothing but property." "I was supposed to be the Queen!" Sofia screamed, the sound raw, ugly, and filled with years of built-up jealousy. "I did everything right! I learned the books, I mastered the galas, I played the part! And he chose you? A girl who hides in libraries and draws pictures of birds? He chose a shadow over the sun!" "He chose the girl he couldn't control," I said, narrowing my eyes. "And now, neither can you." Sofia roared in fury and raised her weapon to aim squarely at my head. But before her finger could squeeze the trigger, a massive explosion

Sofia wore a black Godfather-style trench coat, her hair cut short, a red rose symbolizing family power pinned to her chest. In the past period, she had ruthlessly purged the family elders and become the youngest Godfather in history. She was no longer the delicate princess she once was. The innocence in her eyes was gone, replaced by the commanding presence of a ruler. "You sure you're not staying?" Sofia looked at me, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "You could be my second-in-command. We could run this city together." I shook my head, looking towards the departure gate. "I'm not cut out for an office. It'd make me rusty. Besides, Mom's got a lot of 'business' to wrap up in Sicily. There

For a second, all I could see was the resemblance. Milena had her eyes. Not the colour; the sadness. She carefully examined every exit before trusting the room. Ruin went rigid beside me, not from anger, but from the ghost of his brother suddenly standing in front of him through this woman’s presence. She stopped a few feet from the table. “My name is Sofia.” Her voice was steady. “I came because I am done letting dead men decide my daughter’s future.” The honesty of it struck me immediately. No posturing, no claim-first arrogance, just a mother who had reached her limit.

she sobbed, but the smirk playing at the corner of her lips made it clear she was anything but sorry. And now, she tried to pull the same stunt in front of the whole class, acting all pitiful while shoving the juice at me. I just shook my head. "Sorry, I'm allergic to mangoes, so I'll have to pass." As soon as I said it, Amelia's eyes filled with tears and she started sobbing. "Emma, please, forgive me. I just transferred here and didn't know all the details. That's why I misunderstood you. Please forgive me. Just take one sip, or I'll feel guilty forever."

Lucas smiles, hugging her. She returns the hug, but her cold eyes go straight to me, like a scanner analyzing and already finding flaws. “So you’re Sofia.” “Yes, I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I try to smile, even feeling her silent evaluation. She doesn’t hug me, just nods. “Come in, dinner’s almost ready,” she says, already turning her back. “She’s not much of a talker.” “I noticed that.” The house is so luxurious that I feel out of place.

Sofia. My veins popped out in shock, Alexander stood in front, hand held tightly both of them in matching outfit, her heels complementing his suit. She smiled at me, a wicked smile, a smile a predator winks at it prey before devouring it. “Alex_”. I scoffed, my gaze fixed. Why was she here? Why was she exchanging pleasantries with my staff? “Sofia, I'm sorry am late” “Shall we begin”. Alexander said unapologetically, like I didn't deserve an apology or an explanation to why she was in my father's company at this crucial time.

4 Sofia Spring had come early, so it was a bit warm in the city. I wore a pink dress with a black cardigan, but the layers couldn’t hide my swollen belly. I did my hair and makeup and felt my heart race a million miles an hour. Hades would be there any minute.

Sofia gushes Sofia messaged Leo to come pick her up, “she decided to surprise Alex or is it Husby she thought and laughed out” °°° Sofia walked into HAWKE'S EMPIRE and gushes so loudly, she could feel eyes and murmurings from all angle but doesn't care, it's her first time entering the company and it's screaming wealth and power. Leo walked firmly few inches away from Sofia's side and chuckled when he heard her murmuring