Sofia The First The Slumber Party Novels & Stories

I snatched the box and slammed the door in his face. “Was it your husband? What did he buy you this time?” Sofia sat on the bed with her arms crossed and a teasing smile on her face. Her messy blonde locks shot out like a bird’s nest. I wondered if that’s how my hair looked, and cringed at the thought. If so, Idris Raed was probably laughing his head off somewhere in the mansion right now. “I told you not to call him my husband.” “Fine, fine, if you say so.” Sofia yawned and rubbed her eyes, getting off the bed and turning on her computer. She had a habit of checking the profits for ‘I, Luna,’ first thing in the morning. It made her day, she said.

Sofia's POV In exchange for one million dollars, Sofia Delgado agrees to be a plaything for Mallory and Lorenzo Marcello for the term of one year. She must acclimate to the Marcello lifestyle of travel and luxury during the term of this agreement. I sucked in a sharp breath and continued reading the lengthy contract that detailed everything I would have to do as their toy, including a list of kinks that each of them wanted to explore with me or that they would be participating in with each other.

Drake uttered that made me to shook my head towards him. “Shut up, Drake. Whatever you say, I will never believe you. Don't ever think that I'm still the same Sofia you knew before because I will tell you, I'm no longer easy to be fool. Once is enough for me, and I have learned already with my past.” I uttered towards him and turned my body away. It's as if that I have lost the will to continue attending the party. Drake and Aurora ruin my night. “Sofia, let's talk, please.” Drake was about to follow me when Blaze block him and as well his friends. I went out from the party and waited for Blaze to follow me.

Prolouge. One and a half years earlier. The dinner in Spain. Sofia was on the opposite side of the room, while Vincenzo secretly admired her beauty. It had been two hours, not the Sofia caught Vincenzo attention without her even knowing. Her smile alone was so alluring, and Vincenzo wanted to be the reason she smiled every day, but he was afraid of what she would think of him. For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid.

--- **The Next Morning** Adrian knelt at Sofia's eye level over breakfast, her small face still slightly betraying last night's disappointment despite her four-year-old attempts to hide it. "I'm sorry I missed your project," he said seriously. "That was important to you, and I should have been here." Sofia considered this with the same grave seriousness she brought to identifying magic stones. "It was a volcano," she said. "It's still not too late. It's on my desk." "Then show me right now," Adrian said, "before I go to work. I have time."

More patient. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. The friends' W******p group: "Party tonight! Who's in?" Sofia typed quickly: "I'm in." She smiled at her reflection. Yes. She was going to have fun. And she was going to drive him crazy, slowly, without forcing.

Sofia playing around the room , fascinated by the new environment. Dante caught her before she reached the Christmas tree Marcus had put up that morning. Small. Simple. White lights only. For Grace to look at when she was awake. "She has your hair," Sienna said. Looking at Grace in my arms. "The dark. She'll have waves probably." "Hopefully not the chaos." "The chaos is character." The evening moved in layers. Food on the counter nobody sat down to eat properly. Coffee going cold. Conversations starting and interrupted and resumed. Sofia falling asleep on Dante's chest. Robert washing dishes in the kitchen quietly when nobody asked him to.

Renata squirms, tiny fist curling in Sofia’s shirt, and Libby’s gaze drops to her like she’s been pulled by gravity. “This is Renata,” Sofia says, pride softening her voice. “She’s beautiful,” Libby says quietly. It’s the first thing she’s said that doesn’t sound rehearsed. I clock that immediately. “She screams like a banshee,” Sofia adds cheerfully. “But she’s cute, so we forgive her.” Libby huffs out a breath that might be a laugh. Might just be air escaping. I step in before the silence gets heavy. “Okay. Orientation. First rule—nothing here is life or death.”

The philosophical surrender of a five-year-old whose body had decided, regardless of what the day contained, that rest was required. Sofia did not sleep. She sat with her hands folded in her lap and she looked at the road and she said nothing for forty minutes. Then she said, "Will we go back?" "To Millbrook?" Elena said. "To the grave," Sofia said. Elena looked at the road. "Yes," she said. "We'll go back." "The stone has the wrong name on it," Sofia said. Elena looked at Dominic. He looked at the road. "We'll fix it," Elena said.

Seriously, what was with them? "And who is she?" The lady raised his brow at me. "Beatriz, I told you before we arrived, she's Franklin's stepdaughter, Sofia Sulivan." "Oh, I see." She shrugged before she faked a smile. "Hi, Sofia, nice to meet you." Franklin cleared his throat. "Sofia, this is mister and misis Keating---" "Oh just call me Pia." "Call me Benedict," the old man said. "And this is Beatriz, their lovely daughter," Franklin added.