Sofia The First Sofia's Friends Novels & Stories

She said coyly, to which I chuckled. I hooked a hand around her waist, leaned down, and whispered, "By the way, I didn't get your name." She flushed, "Sofie. My name is Sofie Diaz." Bashfully, she darted a quick stare at me before rooting her gaze back to the floor. "What's yours?" She squeaked. I couldn't believe that she was the same girl who had repeatedly called me handsome, and had also made the first move to kiss me. "Roman." I said.

I inquired, hoping to gain some insight into Isabella's occupation. Sofia pondered for a moment before enthusiastically responding, "Oh, she's a superhero! She fights crime at night and saves the world from evil villains!" Surprised by her answer, I chuckled softly, not quite sure if she was serious or just playing pretend. "That sounds incredible, Sofia. Is there anything else you can tell me about her?" Her eyes sparkling, Sofia continued with her imaginative response. "Well, she also has a secret lair hidden in our basement where she keeps her high-tech gadgets and plans for world domination!"

Of course, it was a good thing, that Sophia was so far safe and comfortable. Sophia was revealed but at the same time confused. If it didn't happen to her, it doesn't mean her friends are lying. No, they are not. But it becomes hard to believe someone when you've no clue or experience on what's what! Who's being real and who's not.

She was bright, intelligent, and loved by everyone. It’s unfair how we’re not alike. “Sofia! Hello?” After hearing my close friend, Micah Dehila calling for my name. I snapped out of my zone “Sorry, where were you?” I asked Micah, who sighed and flicked my forehead. I groaned softly and rubbed my forehead. “You weren’t listening to me again. How can you?” She scolded me. “I was caught up in my own dream,” I confessed to her. “I can’t believe it. Soleil, look, she’s not listening to me,” Micah hugs Soleil, my other close friend. She patted the back of Micah and secretly laughed at her.

Sofia looked at me with an ache in her eyes and said quietly, "Children are the most honest of all. She wouldn't be fooled by a few words from me. Leon, ask yourself honestly, do you really love Lola?" A chill suddenly ran down my back. In my last life, when I was ten, Sofia had said the exact same words to Leon. Back then, someone at school had mocked me for being a wild child raised by a stepmother. I couldn't take it, and I went home and cried in Sofia's arms for a long time. When Leon came home and heard what had happened, instead of comforting me, he snapped at Sofia, "If it weren't for you, Lola wouldn't have gotten bullied."

Because I genuinely didn’t know how to answer. What exactly was Sofia? A woman I spent one night with? A mystery? A regret? The answer seemed to change depending on the day. Bianca noticed my hesitation immediately. Of course she did. “There is someone.” I rubbed my jaw. The conversation was becoming exhausting. “What difference does it make?” The question surprised her. For the first time since arriving, she didn’t have an immediate response. Then she laughed softly. “There he is.” “There who is?” “The man who has been driving everyone crazy for three months.”

SOFIA "Done with this pack, done with your family's disrespect, done with being treated like an unwanted burden." "Sofia, you're being dramatic—" "Am I?" I step closer, and Andrew actually takes a step back. "Your mother just slapped me in your home while accusing me of bringing shame to your pack. Your sister called me a liability and an omega. And you—" My voice breaks slightly. "You stood there and excused it." "I'm trying to keep the peace—"

“We’re just making sure she doesn’t puke in the pool.” Sofia stepped between them, pulling Aria gently behind her. Her eyes were bright but clear, her smile razor thin. “You’re not taking my friend ‘upstairs’,” she said. “I don’t know what you think this is, but this is not that kind of party.” “Wow,” the first guy said, smirking. “Accusations. We’re not creeps.” “Then you won’t mind backing off,” Sofia said. “Because if I see either of you put your hands on her again, I will make sure my mother’s lawyer buries you in paperwork until you forget what sunlight feels like.”

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."

I asked, confused, or had Noah made a mistake? “Oh! This is her home and I am her best friend,” she answered. “Is Sofiya home?”I asked. She nodded and then called out, “Someone wants to see you,” Sofeya came to the door and once she saw me all the blood ran out of her face as if she had seen a ghost. “Is everything alright?”Her friend asked, seeing Sofiya’s reaction. “Uh.., I did…” she stammered, “I was not expecting you to come see me,”