Sofia The First The Slumber Party Novels & Stories

Chapter 170 — Rome, Faith, and Ice Cream The plane descended over Rome with that jolt that reminds you the adventure is just beginning. Sofía looked out the window with wide eyes, like a little girl seeing everything for the first time, even though she was no stranger to traveling. But this time was different: she wasn’t alone, nor was she with colleagues or at a conference. This time, she had Adrián by her side, squeezing her hand, and Ayden, who, in his little seat, was kicking his legs in fascination.

He walks toward the hallway, then pauses with his hand on the doorframe. “I am not staying for you. I am staying because I have nowhere else to go that would not put my father and my child at greater risk. Do not mistake necessity for loyalty.” She speaks clearly, without turning around. Sofia stays standing by the window. She counts the seconds passing on the clock above the kitchen island. She thinks about the rules, the schedule, the secrets still hidden behind closed doors. She thinks about the baby and the life she wants to give it. She goes to her suite and dresses for the luncheon. She chooses a dress in a soft, neutral color that does not draw attention but still looks appropriate fo

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.

She went quiet, then smiled faintly at the floor like she was staring at a past only she could see. “Yeah, he really was a good guy,” Sofia said softly. “The first time I met him was at a convenience store. I was working part-time as a cashier. Some girls were messing with me. They were from Alpha Thorne’s pack. I pretended to be a werewolf, but they knew I didn’t have a wolf. I was taking scent suppressants to hide my smell and my magic was weak because of it. That was when I met him for the first time.” Her eyes went distant. “He recognized those girls right away and chewed them out. He made them apologize before they left. He checked if I was okay. He was too good for a werewolf.” Sofia g

Sofia continued, bouncing from one side of the room to the other. Judy shook her head, laughing softly. “Sofia, you are too loud. You’ll wake the neighbors.” “I don’t care! This is amazing!” Sofia said, flopping into the sofa dramatically. “I cannot believe my best friend lives like this now. I mean… look at me! I’m still stuck in my small apartment, struggling with rent. And you… you’re married to a rich man, living in a mansion, looking like a queen every day. I’m jealous!”

I ran straight to the border between the royal territory and the northern pack. Shit, what kind of spell is Arya Lavista casting on me, I've never been this irrational in my life! Focus Jacob, Focus. I needed control. The patrol started their rounds and I hid in the bushes, I didn't know what I was hoping to find by coming here, maybe remnants of her smell that was driving me crazy. After a few hours, I went back to the pack, I went to my penthouse where images of my mate taunted me. "Hi," I heard a sultry voice, Sofia. Sofia is a colleague at work and we sleep together, there are no emotions involved. She drops down the coat she is wearing, leaving her bare to me yet I feel nothing towards

“Mom, why can’t we come with you to the party?” Lucia asked in her sweet little voice, tilting her head as she sat patiently while Sofia oiled her long, blonde hair. Sofia smiled softly, brushing her fingers gently through her daughter’s silky strands. Lucia was like a little mirror of her—same features, same quiet charm. Sometimes she couldn’t believe how beautiful her little girl was. “Because, sweetheart, you have school tomorrow. And the party is going to be really late.”

she replied eagerly, gesturing towards the shelves lined with well-worn paperbacks. Skylar’s smile widened. “Dragons and magic, huh? Sounds like quite the adventure!” Sofia nodded enthusiastically. “It is! I love getting lost in fantastical worlds where anything is possible.” As they chatted, Sofia found herself drawn to Skylar’s easy-going nature and genuine interest in her passions. There was something about Skylar’s presence that made her feel understood and valued in a way she hadn’t experienced before. Meanwhile, Lorenzo, Jared, and Valentina, had discovered a particularly large stuffed unicorn on Sofia’s bed, and they couldn’t resist the urge to climb atop it, giggling uncontrollably a

“We won’t.” Valentina added softly, “We promise.” Sofia nodded once. Then she stood, tucked the album under her arm, and headed toward the stairs. At the bottom step she paused. “Next Saturday,” she said without turning around, “I want waffles instead of pancakes. With strawberries.” Luca’s laugh was small and broken. “Waffles it is.” Sofia disappeared upstairs. Luca and Valentina stayed on the couch. The album lay between them like a bridge.