Sofia The First The Birthday Wish Novels & Stories

"That's right. It's Wanda's birthday today, and Ste booked out the entire club, especially for her. What a romantic gesture indeed!" "Ste, aren't you going to save Ms. Jordan?" "It's your birthday today. There's no rush. Come on, birthday girl, make a wish. I'll make sure to fulfill it no matter what you want." "Really? Then, I want to be with you forever!" Stefan seemed to go quiet for a short while. Then, he said in a doting voice, "Of course. I'd love that more than anything in the world." He'd love that more than anything in the world?

It was fair to say so far, that was the best staycation experience she ever had. “When I look at these things, it remind me of all the wonderful things humans are capable of doing.” Sofia muttered as she looked up at the painted ceilings. “Yes, anything is possible when you put the effort in it.” “Do you think one day I will be able to have something similar to this?” She asked him. It was more like a rhetoric question, but Dion took it to heart and nodded. “Of course, I assure you, one day you will have something similar to this.” Sofia wasn’t thinking much about it, but little did she know that the small wish she had would lead to a bigger event in her life later on.

It’s Zofi’s twenty-eight birthday. She woke up even before her alarm goes off. Her phone is full of messages but Billie's message stands out. It reads, "Happy 28th birthday. I pray for your success and happiness. Enjoy your day.” “Were you expecting more like 'I love you'?” Natalie asked. “Don’t be silly. Of course not,” Zofi said. “But your tone said otherwise,” Natalie said. “I don’t know what you're talking about,” Zofi said.

Ellen leaned close to me and whispered, “See? Your brother already sweet-talked her into being extra nice.” I laughed as we all shook hands. Sofia wasted no time. She pulled out her iPad, stylus poised like a conductor with an orchestra. “Alright,” she said. “Let’s talk about baby Leo’s first birthday. First things first, theme. Do you have anything in mind?” I set my glass of water on the table. “Oh. I… I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about it. I mean, he loves animals. And colors. And… basically anything he can throw.”

Everyone moved with an ease and confidence that made me feel like a kid at the grownup table. Sofia found us, grabbing both our hands, squeezing until my fingers went numb. “Did you know?” she demanded, eyes wild. “Did you know?” I shook my head, “We didn’t even know it was your birthday!” She barked a laugh. “He’s insane,” she said, voice thick. “This is fucking insane. I’ve never had a birthday party before. Not like this.” She hugged us both, pinning our arms to her sides, burying her face in our shoulders.

Serenity said. "But my wishes, they’re all about you," Jackson said, eyes hooded. He gently held her index finger in his hand, spreading it and gesturing the number '1'. "First, I wish you'll celebrate my birthday every year until I die." Serenity was stunned. Next, he spread her middle finger, making a '2' sign. "Secondly, I wish you'll never leave me." Jackson fell silent after telling his second wish. He kept staring at her hand but hesitated to say his third wish.

his gaze is thoughtful as it rests on me, “I have a good sense of people. I’ve aways had it. When I first saw you, I knew you were a good person. You have a sharp tongue but a good heart. You’re a fair person.” I stare at him. “Please tell me you did not just make a sappy, little speech because I gave you a flag.” His lips quirk. “Fine. We can pretend I didn’t say anything.” “Oh, thank God,” I mutter. “Or I would have to throw up.” “You know you attract more flies with honey rather than vinegar.” “Why would I want to attract flies?” I give him an annoyed look. “It’s a saying.” “Well, it’s a stupid saying.”

The mood was warm and heartfelt, though there was an unspoken heaviness in the air. Sofia glanced around the table, taking in the faces of the people she loved. She was happy, truly happy, but that didn’t mean saying goodbye was easy. When it was finally time to leave, little Grace ran up to Sofia, wrapping her small arms tightly around her waist. "Aunty Sofia, please bring back my little cousins when they are born. I want to be the first to carry them!" she demanded, her innocent eyes shining with excitement. Laughter erupted around them.

“I know you’re in love now and I’m happy for you. I’ve made up my mind to move on and get over my feelings but it’s really difficult for me. So would you help me out?” I looked up to see a line of confusion form between Alessio’s brows. “How can I do that?” he asked, his face devoid of any evidence of what he could be thinking. Sofía took a tiny inch of a step closer. “I want to see how it could have been between us. I’ve spent most of my life wishing you’d see me in a different way so you owe that to me at least.” Then she took in a deep breath and blurted, “I’ve been saving my first kiss for you and I’m eighteen now. Would you grant me my wish?”

I forgave Mila when she showed me the notebook, the birthday planning section, which had its own tab, with detailed subheadings, dating back three weeks, which had been commenced the morning after I had mentioned in passing to Gracie that I couldn't remember the last time anyone had made a fuss about my birthday. Mila had heard. Of course she had. "Entry fifty-seven," she said. "Sofia's first birthday at home." I had to step away for a moment after that one. But Draco. Draco I was not finished with. It was my birthday and he had said come back later and I had sat in the library for three hours and I was going to get every possible moment out of this.