Sofia The First The Slumber Party Novels & Stories

My unnervingly calm reply made Vittorio's expression turn dark. He scowled and said, "Sofia is only seven years old." "She already has a mind of her own," I said evenly. That was the truth. Sofia was already capable of many things on her own—like pushing me into the sea, like tearing apart Mamma's memorial portrait and scattering her ashes like they meant nothing. Vittorio snapped, "Are you still upset about what happened earlier today?"

She squirmed with pleasure as her moans burned into low whimpers, and she hid her face at the crook of my neck while I fumbled with the zippers of her slacks to gain penetrable access into her. Sofie placed a hand over mine as she broke off the kiss, "I-I have to go now or I'll be very late for my first class of the day." I stared at her; skin flushed, hair tousled and pouty lips moist, and plumped and felt myself melt into a puddle. Sofie was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever met in the almost three decades that I had spent on earth. As she grabbed her tote bag which had been plunged to the floor in the heat of our short make out session, I remembered the little gift I had prepared

They lived like royalty while we suffered like slaves. I got to work, sweeping the floors. The task was exhausting, and the pain in my feet flared up again. I sighed, glancing at the massive bed. Without thinking, I threw myself onto it. The softness enveloped me, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a bit of peace. My long, curly black hair tumbled out of its bun, spreading across the bed like a dark halo. I probably looked ridiculous, but I didn’t care. It was the first comfort I’d felt in days.

Sof replied. "The members of the Midnight Pack who came back to the castle with us got out of their cars, and we walked over to where they were standing. My dad told some of the workers to show them to their rooms. I had Layla and her little sister Brittany stay behind. "Layla, this is my mate and your future Queen, Sofia," I said "Hello, My Queen," Layla said as she kneeled to Sofia. "You don't have to kneel to me, Layla, and you can call me Sofia," Sof said with a smile. Then she looked at Brittany. "Hello, Sweety," Sofia said to the sleepy Brittany, who didn't reply.

"Serving wine before the main buffet. I think someone is supposed to make a speech and say some kind stuff. Blah, blah, blah. But I have seen no one mount the podium yet." I take a look around, my eyes meticulously searching for someone. By mistake, they fall on Sofia. Her hawk eyes are watching me too and she undulates over with two other girls in tow. "Here comes the barracudas," I whisper to Anna. "Oh," Anna says, when she sees Sofia. "Look who stole into the party," Sofia says, her voice in a sing-song kind of way. It makes my skin crawl. "Oh, for the sake of the Festival, can you not be a bitch this night, Sofia?" Anna says.

“I need to hear it.” “I can’t give you a lot of details.” “The truth.” I bared my teeth, “let’s hear it.” “I’m a Russian Vampire princess.” I stared at her for a good few seconds before I laughed hard. Sofia didn’t seem amused. She appeared to be dead serious. “That’s the best you could come up with?” “You wanted to know the truth so I’m giving it to you. If you don’t want to believe me, that’s up to you.”

Promise. Suzie pitched forward, aware of the pain in her bare knees as they hit the ground. Her vision was blurring even more, the meadow in front of her becoming like a magic carpet ride she would take to dreamland—except she was already there, wasn’t she? Oh, this was so confusing, and she didn’t have the energy to try and work it out. Suzie yawned. The longest, loudest yawn she’d ever done.

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.

That I am a 500 years old werewolf who is actually her mate and searching for her for all these years? "She won't believe you. You have to make her fall in love with you." Sofie said, reading my mind. Sofie is a witch and a good friend of mine who I met only 20 years ago. "I have a plan. Contact her and ask her to plan an elite party for all the business people. She will be here. I will talk to her and befriend her." I told Sofie who was also impressed with my idea but after all the agreement about the party planning was made I realized she will be busy in preparing the party and won't even look at me or anyone else.

Sofia's POV College. Harvard University, Boston. It's Friday night, which means Jake and his friends are throwing a party. I have only been to twice, which doesn't excuse that fact that Jake bugs me to go every single week which I politely decline every week. My phone rings immediately I get into my dorm room. "Sofi! Get ready, you're coming today." Jake says through the phone. "Jake, you know I love you but I'm just not interested and honestly I'm tired, I just want to take a shower and get into bed." I say faking a yawn.