Sofia The First The Slumber Party Novels & Stories

Sofia nodded again, and Rachel smiled, her eyes glinting with triumph. ____ The next morning, Shawn came out of his room, dressed up to leave. His eyes met Sofia's as she emerged from her room. "Good morning," she greeted, her voice soft. Shawn nodded slightly, his expression still stern, and walked away. Sofia sighed sadly, her eyes following him. As Shawn came down the staircase, he paused, his eyes catching sight of a familiar figure rolling his wheelchair into the house. Sly, accompanied by his men and some lawsuit agents and high authorities in the city, looked determined.

" Big boss said. "Yes. Boss." Greg replied. Early in the morning... Sofia wakes up with a yawn. She sits up in bed and looks at Sarah who is sleeping in her own bed beside her. She continues staring at Sarah, wondering what it is that she is hiding from her. "Um, Sarah? Are you awake yet?" Sofia asked. Sofia gets no reply. Sofia stands up and moves towards Sarah. Sofia shakes Sarah. "Wake up." Sofia said softly.

**** Sofia's room> Sofia screamed out of her sleep, she had that same recurring dream of those creatures calling her their sacrifice. “This keeps getting worse by the day and I can't imagine that I… I even kissed one of them” Sofia shrieked and wiped her lips aggressively. The more she thought about it, the more disgusted she became. She had to still endure those activities until she discovers his identity and deceit. Sofia sighed and flung away the book on her thighs. She stood up and walked to the mirror, she stared at herself for some seconds, pondering on different thoughts. Her mind was like a rollercoaster, entertaining different thoughts, be it negative or positive.

I sighed in relief and walked with him in silence back to our dorm. Before I knew it, he was grabbing my arm and I gasped at the sneaky liar and slapped his shoulder lightly. "You sneaky taco", I scowled at him while his lips twitched into a small smile at my insult. Tightly clutching the bottom of my hoodie in my other hand, my breath hitched when he carefully and slowly pushed my sleeve forward and I started to heave pondering his reaction. I bit my lip nervously as his whole body froze and he went tense and rigid. I glanced at my wrist and cringed as it looked even worse than before.

We signed the papers in a sunlit office in Positano, then drove up the winding road to see it for the first time together. That first summer we spent there felt like stealing time from fate itself. Sofia was fifteen, all long limbs and sharp opinions, spending most days on the beach below the house with friends she had made in the village or swimming out to the rocks until Elena called her back. She had her mother’s fire and my stubbornness, a dangerous combination that made us laugh and worry in equal measure. She would come home salt-crusted and sun-browned, drop onto the terrace sofa beside us, steal bites from our plates, and talk nonstop about everything from school drama to the boy who

By the time the water cooled, and the candles dimmed to embers, Sofia was boneless between them, limbs tangled with theirs, heart full and body utterly spent. She woke first, sore in all the best ways, slipping from the bed with a sleepy smile and the scent of roses still clinging to her skin. Naturally, within seconds the kids were screaming about stolen pandas, Nikolai was being accused of felonies by a sugar-high Lorelai, and Jade had somehow gotten his entire head stuck inside a cereal box. Sofia, robe barely tied, stood in the hallway watching the chaos. This was love. This was home. And she wouldn’t trade a second of it.

Sofia's POV I groaned out of my sleep and rolled over the bed to get the music off my head but it only got louder. Yawning loudly, I stumbled out of the foam and found my way to the open window where I leaned. From that position, the beats of the song hit the depths of my ears strongly and I was able to view the party taking place at the pool area. Disco lights flashed all over the arena, reflecting the faces of everyone around including the swimming pool where women in bikinis roamed.

Sofiya looked excited to have someone else to try everything on. "Okay," she said and smiled at Adrian, who nodded. Sofiya took her hand in her own and we walked out after saying goodnight to Adrian. She led us to her room and then she jumped on her bed. "So is this your first night out?" she asked Vanessa. "Yes," she replied, looking unsure of what to do. "This is going to be the best night of your life," Sofiya claimed and then walked into her closet and threw a pair of pyjamas at me, then changed into one herself. I quickly changed into her clothes.

Fucked her against the concrete wall while telling her stories about the others, how Elena was thriving in the safehouse, how Harper had stopped trying to leave the cabin, how Valentina ran the penthouse like a queen now, how Camila rode shotgun across continents and Leila ruled that island like a dark goddess. Sofia pushed back hard some days. Tried to escape twice. Both times he caught her, spanked her ass raw, then fucked her so good she cried from the pleasure. One night he took her upstairs to a bigger room with windows. Showed her the files on every woman. The messages they’d sent after choosing to stay. Proof they were happier, freer, more themselves than they’d ever been. Sofia read

Olivia had climbed up to get the box. But when she saw the doll inside, she was so startled that she fell off the ladder and crashed into Amelia. That was how both of them got injured. I bent down, picked up the grotesque little doll, and stared straight at the two of them. "So, according to your story, I deliberately tried to scare you, right? But as I recall, my doll was on my bed. Why were you two up there messing with my things anyway? My bed is on the top bunk."