Sofia The First The Royal Mess Novels & Stories

The king and queen sat on their throne and myself and Zack sat on a medium size throne respectively. Fernanda was dressed in a royal blue knee length gown and her hair was packed into a bun, with her face caked with the prettiest make-up. The suitors here definitely didn’t know of her secret affair with a guard and for a moment, I wished I could scream it out at them. But me being me, I watched the drama, trying to find the person she continuously looked at among the guards. A man stood up from the invited guest. ‘’Your Majesty, meet King and Queen Richards of Mexico. They had travelled all down here for the introduction’’, the man announced.

"And you, Sofia. You're so blinded by the fact that Salvatore didn't want you that you're willing to help the man who sees us as nothing but property." "I was supposed to be the Queen!" Sofia screamed, the sound raw, ugly, and filled with years of built-up jealousy. "I did everything right! I learned the books, I mastered the galas, I played the part! And he chose you? A girl who hides in libraries and draws pictures of birds? He chose a shadow over the sun!" "He chose the girl he couldn't control," I said, narrowing my eyes. "And now, neither can you." Sofia roared in fury and raised her weapon to aim squarely at my head. But before her finger could squeeze the trigger, a massive explosion

She leaned in and whispered something in Sofia's ear. Sofia's gaze sharpened, and her smile froze. "Are you sure?" Anna nodded firmly. In the next second, Sofia's expression changed dramatically. She let out a sharp, panicked scream. "Has anyone seen my crown? My diamond crown is missing!" "What crown?" Vincent frowned immediately. "It was a coming-of-age gift from my father," Sofia said, her voice trembling as she forced out a sob. "It has five ten-carat diamonds on it. It's priceless."

Chapter Fourteen The next morning, the headlines were relentless. “La Reina Destroys Kingston Empire’s Legacy—What’s Next for Aaron Kingston?” “The Ice Queen Strikes Again—Sofia Laurent Claims Victory at London Summit.” “Power Move or Personal Vendetta? The Real Story Behind La Reina and Kingston’s Explosive Rivalry.” Sofia sat at the breakfast bar of her penthouse, scrolling through the headlines with a cold, detached expression, but the ache in her chest hadn’t dulled.

Chapter 2 7 years later Sofiah and her family were invited to the birthday celebration of His Majesty The King. She’s very excited to meet Mazid and both of them had agreed to meet at the royal hall before the event. “Fiya! Long time no see! I miss you!” Mazid greeted Sofiah as he walked into the hall. “I miss you too. But how come you never visit me in Russia??!” Sofiah playfully raised her voice and widened her eyes.

Before I can answer her, the front door suddenly bust open as sultana walk in, excited she stood before Mami and said "Farida is here we're going to the dinner with her" I looked at her and realized she is also dressed up and wearing her alkayba on top "What?" Mami asked her one and only daughter Sultana who is also my age mate "I said princess Farida, is here...." She repeated her words Irritated, Mami cut her saying "I heard that part, who told you she is coming with us" Her face change to surprise "Umma Magajiya (the first wife of the king)" she answered Mami rolled her eyes, then turned to looked at me and said "go get ready Nawal, let me go and confirm from His highness, why Farida join

"Yes Miss" "Did they get their early lunch so they could sit there at the right time " "Yes Miss .I believe they were on their way" "Good then"Sofia gets the folders she needed to touch on .She needs to set some points with the team leader ,and of course to introduce them their co-worker.She look at the time but right infront of the Meeting room ,stands the mighty prince wearing his all black suite and that fair skin that made him look as if he was one of the boss and bot really an employee.

Oscar says. "What about your rule of not accepting live gifts?" the queen asks Oscar. "That rule applies to humans and sheep, but we're not idiots to refuse an angel," Oscar says with a shrug. "An angel who's not trained, and you expect them to act well?" the queen says again. "We're training her as we see fit mother," I say, she's doing so much better than she was before, she's the perfect little angel. "She's not trained to be a royal angel," the queen spit in my face, royal this, royal that, it's just a pain in the ass.

She held the test in her hand from that afternoon and there was a shockwave that rippled through the air around them. “No” Oscar muttered beneath his breath and the first thing Sofia did was look at his horrified face. The night couldn’t have gotten any worse, she thought. She was wrong. “We’re expecting the first Baron heir!”

“Looks lovely. Have a seat and eat.” Did I hear that right? We had had porridge and a slice of bread for breakfast—not the best or most savoury, but it was enough to fuel us for our morning chores. His majesty better not be testing me with this delicious goodness in front of me, because I will fail. “Your Majesty?” He looked at me. “Cassia, I don’t like to repeat myself.” I took two steps forward before I remembered something. What is his plan now? To even eat the royal's leftovers was like a criminal act. It wasn’t an established sin, but if caught by a hopeless or angry supernatural, you could be punish—harshly.