Novel & Cerita Sofia The First The Royal Mess

SOFIA I sipped my alcohol and looked at the very charming man before me. He was saying, "first things first, Sofia," he paused and continued, leaning in closer to ensure I understood the gravity of his words. "I need to brief my company on this new project. While I may be the head, I can't possibly handle all the groundwork by myself, you know. It has to be done step by step, I would have done it all, but we need help."

The emperor looked at me as if he's waiting for me to bow to him too, Shan nudged me. I looked at the emperor sharply. " I don't bow down to anyone. " I said. The emperor laughed. "I like your boldness. " He commented, i remained silent. He shook his head and smirked when he saw i was holding Shan's hand. " You do know that the royal family doesn't allow any cut sleeves to run the empire. " "And you do know that I'm not part of your family and i will never be. " I snapped. Shan held my arm to stop me.

The throne next to his would belong to whoever won tonight. Rune stood on the opposite side of me with the support of over fifty women! They glared at me with the heat of a thousand suns. “Come forward, contenders,” Sofia said. She frowned at me, and I rolled my eyes. She knew I’d broken her rules by sleeping with my man. “First, the moon goddess demands blood.” Sofia pulled out a knife from her black cloak. “Wait!” Maverick ordered. “Hold the Alpha!” Sofia commanded.

I asked, my voice dripping with disdain. Sofia's smile never wavered. "Oh, I don't just think it, Asher," she said, her voice confident. "I know it. You see, our child is going to be the key to unlocking the throne, and I'm going to make sure that everyone knows it." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. Sofia's eyes glinted with triumph. "Why, by telling the entire pack, how unfit you are, of course," she said, her voice dripping with excitement. "And by making sure that everyone knows that our child is the rightful heir to the throne."

In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model. Henry has long, narrow eyelids, a sharp slant, pale skin, and looks as if this fashion brand was born for him. The shirt has narrow, horseshoe-shaped sleeves, tight against the slender body, and a long tie embroidered with a honey bee, the symbol of Napoleon's power. From a distance, Henry Jackie looked like a vampire duke, his beauty filled with a sense of illness. "What a witty Vampire Duke of the East!" In Henry Jackie's first year on tour in Milan, one photographer commented.

His fingers wrapped around my throat, tilting my head up and forcing me to look into his eyes. “You filthy creature. You're not entitled to look at me or speak to me in this manner,” he gritted out, his face impossibly closer to mine. My heart twisted painfully, and I forced myself to hold back tears. “Why? Are you a Royal?” I managed to ask. His grip tightened. He cocked his head. His gaze blazing. “Yes. I am a Royal and you will address me as Prince Damian Emilio.”

I started eating immediately while moaning at the heavenly taste that filled my mouth. "Whoa slow down there tiger." Sofia says with a small laugh. "I haven't ate properly for days, so don't mock me." She chuckled while digging into her food also. "Is it true what that guy said? That he runs the most powerful mafia in whole of America?" I suddenly asked and Sofia glanced at me . "Yeah its true, but not that powerful powerful, the Royal mafia is the most powerful of all, my brother just happened to own the one that has the government under his control and the cops and army under his command." She explained and I choked on my food.

My mum and grandmum get instant updates since they are too keen to know my whereabouts. It's nothing new. Since the instant they crowned me with the prince title, fifth-in-line to ascend the throne, I became hot property around our St. Frances Dauphin Castle. I had my own security detail since I was a day old. The day I got out of the hospital, the people were after me. The photographers were waiting outside patiently. Knees and bones on the ground, trying to take photos of me. I still have those photos of me lying around along with the Royal Insignia in my grandma's lair or maybe somewhere.