Novel & Cerita Sofia The First Princess Adventure Club

And my princess is no Beta, she is a queen, a Luna at least. “Already an overprotective father?” Crystal teases, coming up with Daisy. “That Sophie is cute as button. She and Daisy go to the same school.” “Sophie?” Daisy asks with a squished-up nose. “Yes,” Carl kneels down to his daughter. “Sophie is the new Pack Princess. Her Mommy is our Luna.” “Her mommy is a maid,” Daisy says, sticking her nose in the air. “Sophie is not a princess.” “Sophie is the pack princess now,” Crystal corrects her. “You will show her respect, young lady, or expect punishment.”

Her eyes lit up a bit, giving away her curiosity. Chloe nodded quickly, almost breathless with exaggeration. "They're saying Stelle is the princess!" The words came out in a rush, like she couldn't believe she was actually saying them. Her eyes were wide, her expression half in shock, half in awe. "What?" The word shot out of my mouth before I could stop it. It came out sharp and loud, full of disbelief. "Where did that even come from?"

Enzo said, and I turned to see Sofia staring back at Enzo with wide eyes. “It doesn't mean it will be a bedtime story. I'll tell you some other time” she said, but Enzo refused. “I want to listen to it now. Continue the story. You stopped where the king went on a journey to defeat the dragon, leaving the little prince and the beautiful maiden all alone in the castle”. Now, why does that sound familiar? Or am I the only one thinking that way? I turned again to see Sofia bite her lower lip. She was so transparent for me to see through. Of course, I'm the king, Enzo the prince, and her the beautiful maiden.

“I’ll… prove it…” She snorted. “Doubtful. I don’t know why Claire risked her life for you.” “Because she’s loyal to her future luna,” I hissed. “And the first thing I’m going to is get rid of you.” She laughed. “If he’d dumb enough to make you luna, I’m officially joining the vampire kingdom. At least, Prince Ian and the Vampire King are smart.” “They… had a bad plan.”

Sofia’s pov The first thing I noticed was how this supposed club was so much different from what I had always imagined how a club used to look like. I've always read about how club looked from the amount of times I read about it in books, but this was completely different from what I had almost imagined. No dangerous thoughts I had came up with in my head could have prepared with what I was being faced with right now.

Her knuckles were white where she gripped her fork. "I’m observing," I corrected, letting the front legs of my chair slam back onto the floor with a loud thud. "There’s a difference." "And what do you observe?" " That you're terrified," I said simply. "But you're eating anyway. That’s good. Most spoiled princesses would be weeping into the mashed potatoes by now." She paused, her jaw tightening. "I’m not a princess anymore. I’m an exile." "Welcome to the club. We don't have jackets, but the whiskey is top shelf."

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."

“Well, they’re not coming after Sofia because you’re a prince, and also Sofia is an easy target.” “Sofia is a princess, and since I’m a prince, I can order them to stop.” “Order them? They’re witches; they don’t take orders from you.” “Oh… right, I forgot.” Sometimes I think I don’t even live in this kingdom with the way I either forget things or flat-out don’t know some things. “So what do I do?”

Queen Isolde was the first to break it, her regal composure cracking slightly. "Spoons?" she exclaimed, her voice incredulous. "Iron spoons? My King, surely this man's recording device is faulty! Our daughter, the heir to the vast wealth of Equedore, wouldn't risk her reputation, our family's honor, for a couple of common eating utensils!"

They were talking, sharing some fun things they do, and it all made me envious and hungry for adventure. "Oh yes! This should be the best to me for Sophia, " The girl in brunette said. "We should invite Sophia to the party at the forest tonight. She'll love it. " "Oh yes! That's true. " "Sophia you have to come." They said, telling me all the amazing things I'll experience there. And I felt so mesmerized on hearing what they'll be doing there. But... "I don't know. My Mom won't allow it. " "Come on Sophia. we didn't say you should tell mommy. Just sneak out and join us, " Clara suggested.