Sofia The First Theme Song Words Novels & Stories

"No. I'm not doing it." "Yes, you are!" Sofia screamed. "Is this his theme song?" Cass asked, looking amused. "He plays it in his headset every time he's on the ice for warm-ups," Isabella explained. "How do you even know that?" Luke grumbled. Victoria cranked the volume to the max. "I’m a journalist, Luke. I know everything. Now, hit the high notes, Alpha." The lyrics kicked in: I get a feeling that I never, never, never had before...

Sofia's laughter was a symphony that lifted Georgina's spirits, a rare and treasured melody in her otherwise tumultuous life. Georgina sang sweet lullabies, her voice a soothing rhythm that calmed both her and Sofia. In an act of sheer joy, she gently threw Sofia into the air and caught her, reveling in her daughter's giggles. The room, a prison, transformed into a sanctuary where love and laughter bloomed.

Sofia… was awake? Sofia’S POV The first thing I heard was beeping.. soft, steady and annoying beeping. The second thing I heard was someone shouting, “She’s opening her eyes! She’s waking up!” I blinked and everything was bright.. too bright for my eyes. My eyes fluttered open slowly. The ceiling above me was white, the lights hurt and my throat felt like sandpaper. “What…” My voice cracked and it didn’t even sound like me. “Miss Esteban? Sofia? Can you hear me?” a doctor leaned over me, smiling with relief.

she asked, a small smile touching her lips. "I can hear you," Nomo said. "The whole world can hear you now." "Good," Sofia said, looking out over the city as the first hint of a true dawn began to touch the horizon. "Because I have a lot more to say." "What’s the first thing?" Somito’s voice asked, joined by the sound of Pella’s laughter. "The first thing," Sofia said, her eyes flashing with a brilliant, sapphire light. "Is that we’re going home."

Just when she was offering her last prayers to the river goddess, she thought her water broke. It can’t be! She panicked. She was unusually big for someone whose baby was only a six-month-old fetus. She clutched her stomach in pain and was filled with remorse for wanting to end the little one’s life when she thought about killing herself. How could she forget him? She knew it was a boy. She chanted under her breath, distracting herself from the pain that pierced through her body with each contraction. The waters of the Nile shuddered at the sound of the baby’s first cry. The moon emerged out of the clouds wanting to take a peek at the newborn; the first alpha.

SOFIA The silence stretched after his first words. I could still hear that quiet laugh in my ear, smooth and steady, as if he had been waiting for me all along. My throat tightened, but I forced myself to speak before he could twist the air in his favor. “I’ll say this straight,” I said, my voice sharp. “If you think I called to play puppet, you’re wrong. I’ll work with you, but I move on my own terms. I don’t take orders like some weak thing you can pull by a string.”

“Names?” “I’ll be Diana,” Claudia said dramatically. “A princess from a distant land.” Sofia laughed. “Then I’m Princess Sofia the First—wife to Prince Hugo of Disneyland.” Ava stared at them. “You two are unbelievable.” Before Sofia could reply, her phone rang. Madre(mom) She stepped aside. “Salve, madre,” she greeted smoothly. (“Greetings, mother.”) “How are you, Sofia?” “I’m fine. I heard you and father are in California—”

I was thrashing on the floor, trying to push her off but her strength surpassed mine. "Security" I was hearing in the background. I felt my consciousness slipping as she was choking tightly. People were entering and shouting but my hearing and sight organs were not working. My breathing slowed down, I couldn't feel my body and I succumbed into the darkness, not before hearing... . .. .. .. . .. "SOFIA". ~**~ The rough translation : Eni to su le gbagbe sugbon Eni to ko o let gbagbe: that's you could forget you hurt or wrong someone but the person you wrong or hurt could never forget.

Dwayne quickly stepped in front of me as a shield and all around, his men began to rally round to stop Sofia before she could cause any harm. Sofia’s voice, when she finally spoke, was a broken sob that quickly rose into a desperate shout. “Jared!” she cried out, her voice cracking with pain. “Where’s Jared? Where’s he? You think you can just replace me?” she screamed, her voice echoing off the air. “You think you can just forget me?” By this time, security had rushed forward to intervene, but Sofia wouldn’t budge. She whipped around and glared at me and then Dwayne. Her expression morphed into something hateful and venomous.

Peaceful. Too peaceful. I took her hand and pressed it to my chest. “My heart still beats,” I murmured. “It’s still yours. You just have to follow it back.” She didn’t move. I tried again. “I remember the first time you touched me. You didn’t know it then, but I did. I felt it. You were mine before you even spoke my name.” Still nothing. My voice broke. “You said I was the only place you ever felt like home. So come back. Come back to me, Sofia.”