Sofia The First The Slumber Party Novels & Stories

I mumbled and the girls came in almost immediately. *Dinner is served” Minnie mumbled, switching off the television . “ We weren't even watching” Jace rasped “ Doesn't matter” Minnie responded before joining Phoebe in settling the dinning table. Sofia walked in with four packed lunch, a broad smile plastered on her face. “ Why is there four packed lunch?” Queen asked, walking in on them. “ My baby is awake” Sofia gushes, pulling Queen into a tight hug –ignoring the faces staring at them in annoyance

He hasn’t had his first shift yet. Sofia found us. She was a rebel in the human world living among them and causing trouble, but she found us one night and well… she just never wanted to leave so we didn’t force her to. She hasn’t told us her story yet and we don’t push her to tell us, its her story and if she want to tell us she will, when she’s ready. The next morning I wake to the room empty and the smell of bacon wafting in the air. Giving my body a stretch I get out of the bed and walk out of the room and follow the smell of food.

(Luca) I should have forgotten her by now. At least that was what everyone kept telling me. Three months wasn’t exactly a long time, but it was long enough for most people to move on from a woman they had only spent one night with. Unfortunately, Sofia had never felt like a woman I could forget. I leaned back in my chair and stared out the glass wall of my office while pretending to read the report sitting in front of me. Pretending being the important word because I had been looking at the same page for nearly fifteen minutes.

the first voice admitted, heavy with dread. Silence. Then, a voice I could recognize even in my dreams — Sofia Carson. "I can't fail, guys. My grandma’s going to kill me. We had a deal — she lets me party if I don’t fail any assessments." Her panic was desperate. I knew her voice because I’d noticed her from day one at college — those bouncy brown eyes, the spring-clear amber glint in them, the small face that could make angels jealous. She had two friends whose names I never cared to learn. But Sofia — she pulled me in from the start.

And then everything she’d worked so hard for would come crashing down. So Sephora HAD to use this secret against Mercy. To make Mercy keep her mouth shut. Sephora was SO close. She couldn’t take any chances now. “Will you be at the party tonight?” Lucas asked. He leered at Sofia, his eyes resting squarely on her cleavage. “Of course,” she smiled. Sofia like the way he was looking at her. “You’ll save me a dance?” he asked. Sofia folded her hands under her chin and squeezed her shoulders together. She leaned forward, giving Lucas a clear look down her shirt. “I’ll save ALL my dances for you.”

"Look at yourself. Look at what you’ve become. A Queen without a crown, hunting a ghost in a graveyard. Is this the freedom you promised him?" "I promised him a world where he didn't have to look over his shoulder!" Sofia shouted, spinning around, her hands glowing. She blasted a mirror to her left, then another to her right. The sound of shattering glass was like a symphony of screams. "Show yourself! If you’re so proud of being the 'First’s' pet, come and face me!" (ZILO’S POINT OF VIEW)

And followed by the others: SOFIA Sofia stood slowly, lifting her glass with the effortless authority of someone who owned both the room and half the city below it. “I’ve hosted politicians, criminals, celebrities, and idiots in my lifetime,” she began smoothly. “Rarely do I see two people who look at each other the way you two do.” A small smirk. “You didn’t start pretty. You didn’t start easy. You started complicated, inconvenient, and mildly suspicious.” A few laughs. “But somewhere between survival and stubbornness, you chose each other. And that’s the part that matters. Not the chaos. Not the history. The choice.”

"Alpha, you were supposed to come on Sunday, she told him. I got what I had to do done. I answered. We called you several times, but you didn't answer. She said, I'm your first. No one but Laura needs to know why I didn't answer your calls. I said it. Alpha, I'm so sorry. She said sorry. What is Sofiya doing at the moment? "Why doesn't she sleep...? I asked her, and she looked at me like I was crazy. The lights were on. I said. Ah, she's been having trouble sleeping, but she's now sound asleep. She spoke up.

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

THE STORY OF SOFIA AND DRACO A summary in entries This is what happened, from the beginning. A twenty-year-old Omega named Sofia Fletcher was put on an auction platform in a slave house. She had been there for four years. Before that she had been rejected by the Alpha who was supposed to be her fated mate publicly, on his coronation day, and tortured, and sold. She had spent four years learning the specific art of surviving. She was very good at it. A man walked into the auction house. Every person in the room dropped their eyes. She did not drop hers. She looked back. He found her across the dark and his gaze held hers and something was decided that neither of them had been consulted on.