Sofia The First The Slumber Party Novels & Stories

Celeste reads the letter on the porch, Sofia in her lap. "You're an inspiration," I say. "I'm a witness." "That's the same thing." --- Sofia turns four in September. She wants a party — a real one, with friends from preschool, with cake and balloons and party favors. Celeste plans for weeks, lists and phone calls and trips to the store. "She's spoiled," I say. "She's loved." "That's the same thing." --- The party is chaotic. Children running, screaming, smashing piñatas. Celeste is in the middle of it, calm and steady, the way she is in all storms now.

It’s pathetic, in feel pathetic everytime I wake up in the morning. I get up from the ground and I go take a shower. Prince Victor Dimitri Dragomire sleeps in a jail cell but wait before that he turns into a beast, a rogarue vampire, we should kill him before he creates anymore rogarue vampires. After showering I go to the dinning hall to have my meal as soon as I step in I see both Chris and Sofia at the dinning table eating peacefully. Sofia freezes when she sees me standing there. “Good morning.” she mutters.

Sofia was crying in the broken study, and Matteo was holding her like that would fix anything, and Julian was probably hiding somewhere feeling guilty. And I was here, watching it all, and I was going to be on top. The mayor’s daughter, back where she belongs. Soon I would walk into Estaban Global, and people would stand up when they saw me, and they would call me Miss Lucia, and they would ask me what I want. And I would get it. Because Sofia lost, and I won, and Ignacio was going to make sure it stayed that way. I turned off the other cameras, and I kept the study one on, and I watched Sofia sleep on Matteo’s chest in the dark, and I smiled.

She giggled, spinning a little before planting herself back by my side. Sofia’s expression softened for a brief moment as she checked the cabin one last time. She walked over to Martha, crouching down to meet her at eye level. “Are you ready for New York, sweetheart?” she asked. Her voice was soft, careful, and just a little nervous. Martha nodded eagerly, still clutching her bear. “Yes! Are we going to see Daddy’s house? And all the big buildings?” Sofia smiled faintly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind Martha’s ear. “Yes, baby. You’ll see everything. Just like Daddy said.”

My heart races. I run to the table, grab my phone, and unlock the screen with trembling fingers. The notifications explode. Messages, tags, mockery. “The perfect student sold herself to pay for college.” “Sleeping with a powerful businessman in exchange for privileges.” Photos. Some are of Dante kissing me against the window, others more explicit. Pictures taken from outside, exposed to the entire world. My whole body shakes. A new message arrives. The name flashes on the screen: Laura. “I always thought it was strange for a poor girl to study with us. But I never imagined you’d sleep with both father and son for money, Sofia.”

Chapter 78: Truth or Dare Sofia's POV After that night of swimming, the group decided to have a camping trip at the beach. We had fun last night, and we already knew each other here. I’m trying to wake Alex, but he’s still asleep. I even slapped him three times, but he didn't want to wake up. “Alex! Come on, wake up! I told you last night that you shouldn't drink too much!” I messed up my hair. Georgia’s boyfriend and Hector helped me last night carrying Alex because he fell asleep due to being too drunk.

He knocked twice before walking into the office. *** The First One was staring at the prettiest one in the group and trying to look interested in the others but it was difficult resisting her charm. The First One made a joke and they all laughed. She was beautiful, gorgeous and perfect. The First One finished addressing the group and left them. He headed for the parking lot. Today had been quite an exhausting day. Just like the others, he was dedicating a lot of time towards knowing her. He already knew her turn-on, turn-off, taste, daily routines and even her bedtime.

Lisa grumbles, she tries to hide her face and believe me I stand with her, and right now, I think I’m about to gag from all this drama, but I think I can survive because nothing, and I mean nothing beats my sister’s. “what the fuck do you want hobo” Lisa sounded indifferent, not even trying to hide her irritation as she gave Stephen cold stares. “Babe, don’t be like that… this hobo here, just wants to make his princess happy” Stephen sounded like fucking cupid and makes me cringe “Are you seriously shitting with me, who are you calling princess?” “You babe… tell me, what would you like for breakfast hmm… strawberry milk or chocolate milk?” Stephen asks, holding out a pack of both strawberry

Roxie was still standing there, and a smile appeared on her face when she saw Sofia. “There you are.” Roxie said. “I can’t wait to show you around, and I don’t know where to take you first.” Sofia felt uncomfortable with the stare that Roxie was giving her. She shook the feeling off. Roxie was an ordinary girl, and she didn’t need to feel so intimidated. “Why don’t you take me around?” Sofia asked. “This party looks boring.” Roxie grinned. “I know right, and I am about to spice things up and make it more interesting.”

After years of waiting, years of watching, years of proving—it had become easy. They stood in the kitchen, morning light around them, coffee warm in their hands. Neither spoke. Neither needed to. Then, from down the hall, a small voice. "Mama?" --- Sofia appeared in the doorway, still in her unicorn pajamas, hair a wild tangle of curls. She was rubbing her eyes, still half-asleep, still looking for her mother. Then she saw Alexander. Her face transformed. The sleep fell away, replaced by pure, unbridled joy.