Sofia The First Novels & Stories

"Do your job well. You should feel honored that Sofia appreciates your talent in design." As if wanting to sear the words into my brain, he continued, "Your work is what keeps you alive. Do as Sofia asks, understand?" The Principessa of the Greco family, Sofia Greco, was in charge of smuggling high-end antique jewelry and laundering the proceeds. At the sound of her name, the memory of that torment came flooding back, and I could scarcely keep myself from shaking. Three years ago, after my parents died and my family was wiped out, I ended up in Sofia's factory. I was almost raped by the foreman when Riccardo saved me and brought me to his home.

THE STORY OF SOFIA AND DRACO A summary in entries This is what happened, from the beginning. A twenty-year-old Omega named Sofia Fletcher was put on an auction platform in a slave house. She had been there for four years. Before that she had been rejected by the Alpha who was supposed to be her fated mate publicly, on his coronation day, and tortured, and sold. She had spent four years learning the specific art of surviving. She was very good at it. A man walked into the auction house. Every person in the room dropped their eyes. She did not drop hers. She looked back. He found her across the dark and his gaze held hers and something was decided that neither of them had been consulted on.

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

Her eyes glowed a fierce, haunting silver. Beneath the portrait, engraved into the frame: Luna Seraphina—the First Moonborn Queen Sofia stumbled back. “Queen? That can’t be real. That can’t be me.” I stepped beside her, my hand hovering near hers, wanting to comfort but not daring to touch. “It’s not you. It’s your predecessor.” Her voice broke. “Theo… she looks exactly like me.” “She’s your ancestor,” I said softly. “Moonborns aren’t myths. They were rulers. Symbols. Catalysts.”

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."

I should have known there was a reason why. Compassion is what Sofia excels in. “You have a point because that shit hit while talking with the young girl. You should know both father and son are now on my kill list.” I growl, beginning to walk in the same direction Maya did. I stop when I realize something. “Hold up, has someone like her even been Queen before?” I ask Sofia. I can hear her grinning over the phone. “No. That’s why she’s not just our Queen.”

ALESSANDRA After waiting for several days, Cortez finally returned with news about his investigation. According to him, Sofia was an orphan from the city of San Remo who snuck out the country illegally through a stowaway. She was then caught by a prostitute smuggling ring and worked for them for four years before she met Giovanni, who paid for her freedom. “Are you sure that's all you have about her?” I asked Cortez. A wave of desperation and helplessness gripped my heart when I discovered he had brought nothing useful like I'd hoped.

I tease. Sofia was my first unmated as well as my first girlfriend. We've been together since we were fifteen. She has always understood the deal about me sleeping with others as long as I promised to always come back to her. I easily agreed; she's the only woman I ever came close to loving. No one comes near in comparison to her beauty, and she's always been caring and kind to others. Sofia stands and pats on the chair, so I'll come over and take a seat. She places a kiss on my cheek and stands behind me to massage my shoulders.

Teenagers have it in them but I've never heard my wolf's voice. Suddenly, I noticed that everyone's attention was on the slimly built figure that just walked in. All the ladies smiled as they watched him in awe. Dressed in a traditional wear for the festival, the Alpha walked in along side his Luna and his only daughter, Azura. "I welcome you all to this year's festival" he said with a commanding presence. Everyone was silent as no one dared to talk while he was still talking. The Alpha instills fear in everyone. Although he's a kind one but no one dares to take his kindness for granted.

Kara said. As Sofia was gathering her things to leave Kara came to the door and said to her, "Sofia, listen to me and listen good I never want to see you close to my man or in the same environment as him, or else, you are going to regrets the day you were born and trust me I can kill you and get away with, it my father has ties to every single NYPD executive and official and to get rid of your body will be so easy so do not mess with me I repeat stay away from Spencer and do not mess with me, capiche?" She said Sofia grabbed all her things and went outside, got a cab, and left.