Sofia The First Princess Adventure Club Novels & Stories

She looked at the girl beside Johnson. The girl looked up. She had her back leaned on her chair. “I am Sofia Rich. The Third Young Miss of the Eudoxcus Clan.” Her voice was firm and clear. “19 years old. Nice to meet you.” Sofia had a short pixie cut. Half of her hair has glittered. Her eyes were black, her eyelashes were not that long, she had a pointed nose. Her chin was up, and she sat prim and proper. Soheila arched her brow. She was amused by Sofia's formal way to introduce herself. This is rare since she often encounters people that laugh when they introduced themselves. Sometimes, they would be shy, just like Johnson.

She insists the babies will call her grandma. My son and daughter have their mother’s dark eyes and hair. They’re perfect. This morning is the first time Sofia is willing to leave the babies and join the club for a ride. Curly Sue and Red stay behind to watch the kids. Everyone else is with us. Sofia has her own cut now declaring she’s a Desert Crow. I’m so proud to have her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. She’s changed and though she worried about becoming a mother, she’s incredible. I never had a doubt. Sofia is the mother of the entire club. She fills these shoes with an iron fist, vocal cords that bring the roof down, and more love then most of the club has ever experienced.

"I'm real, Sofia." She was also surprised by how friendly Sofia was. She acted as if they went way back, even though they only just met. When she found out Sofia was Rico's sister, she'd imagined the girl would be like those snobby rich girls, but she was wrong. The girl had a smile bright enough to light up a room. And it was also unbelievable that she's a mafia princess. "This is great!" Sofia beamed, smiling ear to ear. "I'll no longer be bored, ugh!" She said with a wink.

He thought he had better get back to Benny and Tilly to see what they had made out of the information. Upon entering the room Benny look up and started filling Jay in “Well we don’t know the name of the princess, but we are sure she was transported to a different planet where she would be safe. We think that planet is S610 just by the references to it being remote and kept in balance. We know the princess is incredibly smart and capable, she also has a birth mark on her left forearm. Is there anything we missed?” “No, that’s what I thought too. Do we have any access to any files of personnel on Planet S610? We need to know who this person SM Dora is.”

"What? You are the first friend I have that doesn't like clubs. But don't worry you'll love it. Just come with me." "No." "Please. I promise to buy you lunch through out next week." "Really?" "Yes." "Then I'm in!" "Yeah", he said and they high-five each other. Aurora doesn't know why she wants to go to the club all of a sudden. Jasper is making her do things she never imagined of doing but she wasn't scared. What's the harm in living a little? "You see those high school girls over there?", Jazz said pointing to a group of 4 girls seating at a corner eating and talking in whispers.

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?"

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!"