Sofia The First Sofia The Second Novels & Stories

Camille stood on stage as someone adjusted the mic for her. "You are all startled, right? I know, I'll be startled too." She cleared her throat. "My name is Camila Mendoza. The only daughter of Fernando and Catalina Mendoza." Everyone gasped. I should be gasping too, but being a bastard made me know that piece of information sooner than everyone else when Eduardo and I had a blowing show after fucking Claudia.

Sofia's POV It's almost two years had pass and my child will be turning two years old by next month. Everything that happened to me in the past still so fresh in my head. Forgetting all of it was so hard for me. I was living far away from Drake and even until now, I have no idea of what happened towards him. My friends keep visiting me in here because Blaze told them about my whereabouts. “Sofia…” Calithea called my name and which made me turn around my head towards her direction. I am here in the terrace attempting to freshen my mind. My son was with Cressida and Zehra. Yes, I gave birth with a boy and named Luke.

Sof replied. "The members of the Midnight Pack who came back to the castle with us got out of their cars, and we walked over to where they were standing. My dad told some of the workers to show them to their rooms. I had Layla and her little sister Brittany stay behind. "Layla, this is my mate and your future Queen, Sofia," I said "Hello, My Queen," Layla said as she kneeled to Sofia. "You don't have to kneel to me, Layla, and you can call me Sofia," Sof said with a smile. Then she looked at Brittany. "Hello, Sweety," Sofia said to the sleepy Brittany, who didn't reply.

I find it ridiculous that I can’t decide on a damn cake topper from the catalog in front of me. “Can I weigh in?” A sweet voice from my side draws my attention from thoughts. Sofia tagged along with me today, and I’m happy to have her with me. She’s a sweet girl who is so naive. Sofia lives in a bubble and she believes in a fairytale that I want to tell her is real. However, she’s young. Freshly eighteen and totally clueless about the real world. Sofia is another example of the women in the mafia world. Sofia is surprisingly thrilled to have a baby, but she also believes it’s her only purpose. It’s upsetting to me because I realize how easily I could have been her if my father was still aliv

Joan muttered with tears streaming down her face. “ It's okay, he built the first one –take it as it is time for him to bring to the world a better one, Bigger actually” Sofia mumbled. “ With your husband as his rival?” Joan said and Sofia laughed out. “ Friends actually,” Sofia said and they all nodded. “ So what are we?” Minnie asked with a low voice more like a whisper. “ Friends!!!” Sofia and Joan mused at once and they all burst into laughter. “ So Joan, are we matching you with Roman?” Sofia asked with a sassy voice.

she finished softly. There was silence, and then chaos erupted Sofia shrieked, vaulted out of her chair, and hurled herself at Valentina, arms around her neck. “Mommy! Really?” “Careful, amore,” I warned, reaching to hold them both. “Mommy has a baby in her stomach.” Sofia immediately let go and dropped to her knees, pressing both hands gently against Valentina’s still-flat belly. “Hi, baby,” she whispered, utterly serious. “Please be a girl. Boys are disgusting.”

Freya said. Sofia shook her head. “I would rather not be a Luna.The Luna and Alpha aren't equal at all and now that I have the opportunity ... .ah!… This isn't fair at all”. Sofia suddenly sobbed loudly and laid back on the bed. “Sofia” “I think we should drop this topic already because it's making me more agitated and bewildered. It's making me wistful and…” Sofia blinked rapidly with tears stinging her eyes.

she asked curiously as she put her arms on the table and rested her chin on her joined hands and fixed her bright green gaze on Soraia, who smiled and killed her curiosity. -It's been a learning experience since I got involved with Julius Cesar, let's say that fate led me to Augustus, and from him I knew what I would have to face- Sofia's eyes sparkled with fascination- first, I had to face Julius Cesar to win the loyalty of the vampires, then I had to face my city to win over the humans, and finally came Augustus and the daily struggles to win the respect of the wolves. -Wow! If fascination had a face, it would be Sofia's for sure.

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.

Sofia declared, her expression betraying a hint of boredom as if Kat's presence was nothing more than an irritating inconvenience. Kat, taken aback by Sofia's sudden display of assertiveness, found herself at a loss for words. The girl who had once been the target of their ridicule and cruelty had now emerged with a voice of her own, a voice that commanded attention and respect. Sofia's transformation both shocked and intrigued Kat, her eyes widening in disbelief.