Sofia The First Princess Adventure Club Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Don’t you fucking dare come back to my club or I will end you myself!” I growl the warning to this lowlife scum who tried to sneakily drug one of my waitresses. The scum clambers to his feet reeking of piss and full of fear as he rushes out of the alleyway, not daring to look back. Who would have thought opening a Club that was open twenty-four-seven would cause so many headaches for me?

What are my two beautiful girls doing here? Sofia stood between them, holding her mother’s hand. Her cheeks were paler than yesterday when I first met her. Her natural curled hair bounced slightly as they walked towards the clubhouse. Her wide, innocent eyes lifted up at me. And then when she's close enough, she reached out her tiny hand. My heart cracked open realizing she wants to be carried by me. His daddy. I kneeled carefully because I'm afraid that all of this might just be a dream. I caressed her warm cheeks. “Hey, princess,” I murmered. "You okay?”

The prime minister revolted for no apparent reason and tried to seize the monarch's power. Sofia begged the Queen of Grandia Kingdom, Queen Carina, to save her country. They were a friend at Diamante Academy, and she didn't have any choice left. Feeling hopeless and was forced to the edge of a cliff, she sought her out. Sofia bowed her head, suppressed her tears, and pleaded with Carina to be allowed to enter the Grandia's Imperial Harem as a concubine.

Sofia laughed softly, her cheeks flushing at the way he looked at her—like she was the only woman in the world. "Are you sure we have time for this?" she asked playfully. "You’re already looking at me like you want to skip the club altogether." "Tempting," Aaron murmured, pulling her closer. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips lingering on hers. "But I promised you a night out. And I plan to make it unforgettable." Sofia smiled against his lips, her excitement bubbling over. "Good. Let’s go." --- The club was an exclusive hotspot, hidden in the heart of the city. As their car pulled up to the entrance, they were greeted by a line of people waiting to get inside. The bass from the music insi

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.

By midmorning, Axel had secured the outer perimeter and given the all-clear for trusted members of the club to enter the upper grounds. The first to arrive was Sofia. She stepped into the suite carrying a small wrapped box in her hands, her usually composed face softer than I had ever seen it. “For the first day she belongs only to herself,” she said. Inside the box was a delicate silver charm bracelet, tiny enough for a baby’s future wrist, engraved with a single word. Free. The sight of it made my throat tighten. Sofia leaned over the cradle station where Aurelia now rested after feeding and touched the blanket lightly.

Sofia stood up too, and followed her father into his room. Her father never disliked Camilla but he has every reason to because he knew that she must have told her friends first about her plans before coming to tell him, and he never judged sexuality. “No Pa, none of them” Sofia replied. “Then who?” he asked spreading his hands. “You said you want to get connected and you think the right place to get connected is at a clubhouse where people go to squander stolen money?”

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

Sofia's dress is of a similar cut but shimmers a bright pink, her mask wrapping around her head like mine. They look hot as fuck. There's no other way to put it. Honestly, we all do. It helps that I'm wearing red, because it appears I'm the only one not wearing sky-high heels. "My god, what are those?" I point down to Sofia’s feet. Her shoes sparkle silver and have to be at least six inches tall. "These are my fuck-me heels." We all laugh in unison, right as the driver announces our arrival. He pulls up to the curb in front of the club, and I lean across Sofia's lap to peer out the window.

Chapter 12: Sofia’s Friendship Isla stood near the entrance to Inferno, the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses barely registering in her ears as she waited for her shift to start. The club was buzzing with activity tonight—laughter and music filled the air, and every corner seemed alive with energy. It was everything she had come to expect from Dante DeLuca’s empire. Everything, except one small detail. She had never anticipated meeting someone like Sofia. As Isla adjusted her uniform and prepared to head inside, a soft voice interrupted her thoughts.