The Big Sleepover Sofia The First Novels & Stories

He probably wouldn't believe his eyes if he saw her like that, and he would probably dump her. Her train of thought was interrupted by a light knock on her door. "Come in," Lisa said. In walked Sofia. This time it was she who was in a long t-shirt. She sat on the edge of the bed. Lisa tried not to look at her nipples, but she couldn't help herself. "I can't sleep," Sofia said. Lisa nodded and replied, "Yeah, me neither." There was a pause. Sofia looked around the bedroom, at the Anime art hanging on the walls and the stuffed animals sitting on one chair.

She hesitates for a moment before joining me, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "Sofia," I begin, my voice steady. "I need to tell you the truth about what’s happening to you. You’re not going to believe me at first, but everything I’m about to say is real." Her brow furrows, but she doesn’t interrupt. I take a deep breath. "You’re a werewolf, Sofia. And tonight, under the full moon, you’re going to shift for the first time." Her reaction is immediate. She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine for any sign that I’m joking. When she doesn’t find it, she shakes her head. "That’s not possible. Werewolves aren’t real."

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Four: A Night of Reckoning Sofia woke to the gentle warmth of Aaron’s body beside her, his arm draped over her waist, holding her close even in sleep. The steady rhythm of his breathing was comforting, grounding her in a rare moment of peace. But the world outside wasn’t as peaceful. The events of the past weeks—the danger, betrayals, and secrets—crept back into her mind like a cold shadow.

Sofia’s heart pounded so hard she was sure it would wake the entire house. It was past 1 AM. She crept barefoot down the familiar hallway of her family home, wearing nothing but only a tiny white tank top that barely covered her ass and a pair of pink sleep shorts with no panties underneath. Her older brother Tyler was asleep in his room at the end of the hall after a long night of gaming and drinking with his best friend. Jake. Tyler’s best friend since high school. The same Jake who had been staying over for the weekend like he always did and who had been secretly fucking her senseless for the past three months.

The head in the video laughs loudly and says, “The love of the Moreno family is always suicidal. Now decide, Lucas—will you save Sofia, or will that bio-bomb little Sofia explode in your arms?” I run toward little Sofia’s room, but before I reach the door, I see that little Sofia’s eyes have turned completely red. In a mechanical tone she begins to speak, “Target identified. Sofia Moreno… destruction sequence initiated. 10… 9… 8…”

SOFIA JOHNSON No. It can’t be him. But it is. The man I slept with. The most dangerous man in the country who controls an entire mafia. Dante. I stay seated when I see his blue eyes looking at me. I see the surprise on his face. He didn’t know who I was either. “Dad, this is my girlfriend, Sofia,” Lucas says proudly, as if presenting a newly won trophy. I stand up, taking a few steps.

Sofia's POV "Miss Sofia," the maid's voice cut through the haze of my groggy thoughts, gently pulling me back to the present. "Y—yes," I stammered, a shiver racing down my spine as if the air had suddenly grown colder. "I'll take you to your room. Once you're feeling better, I’ll show you around and explain what Mr Alex doesn’t want us to do.” she said, and the sudden urge to puke enveloped me, the disgusting thought of living under the rules of that bastard made my insides retch.

He clapped Lucas on the shoulder, a gesture of friendly welcome that made Sofia want to scream. The rest of the afternoon was a special kind of hell. Sofia feigned a migraine and retreated to the master bedroom, claiming she needed to lie down in the dark. But she didn’t sleep. She lay on the bed, fully dressed, her body trembling, listening to the low murmur of voices from downstairs. She could hear Alejandro and Lucas talking, laughing. The sound of their camaraderie was a form of psychological torture. She felt like she was trapped in a farce, a play where she was the only one who knew the horrifying, obscene truth.

Serena stood there, smiling with chilling calm. Sofia’s eyes widened in horror. Understanding hit her like lightning — too fast, too late. “No….” she started, trying to sit up despite the pain. “Who are you?” Serena moved quickly and silently. A cloth pressed firmly over Sofia’s mouth and nose. The scent was sharp, chemical, overwhelming. Sofia struggled for only a second, eyes locked on her twin’s face — her own face — before darkness swallowed her completely. Serena caught her as she slumped, whispering almost tenderly, “Sleep now, sister. It’s my turn. Finally.”