The Big Sleepover Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Like I owed him explanations, curfews, or anything at all. I let out a cold laugh. “What is this? 1952?” He shrugged, mouth twisting. “Just saying, you’ve got a kid to come home to. Or did playing single mum make you forget that?” I stared at him. “You’re unbelievable,” I said quietly. He stepped forward, eyes dark. “I’m her father, Sofia. You don’t get to act like I’m some stranger now.” “You are a stranger,” I snapped. “You don’t know what toothpaste she uses. You don’t know her bedtime song. You don’t even know how she likes her toast.”

lies her coldly -Ah yes you're right, my question is just stupid, go ahead and stay wise -You know I'm the wisest girl in the world..... she said with a victorious smile - Don't forget to pray before sleeping - I will not miss it She left all smiles and went to the physio -Sophia, what are you doing here at this time? It's past 10 p.m......said Physio's mother -Uh Tata I wanted to spend the night with Physio in order to have a movie night ..... she still coldly -Oh okay I see - If it bothers you, I can go back, I don't find any inconvenience

she giggled like a five year old in excitement. Freya and I laughed so hard at her little play. Sofia had this mischievous glint in her eyes that I was starting to realize usually meant trouble…the fun kind. "Okay, enough," She announced clapping her hands together. "The vibe in here is a little poor.” It’s Friday night at the Ivory Spire girls…We have been eating junk food and reading about 'Lunar Rotations' for four hours. My brain is turning into actual mush." "What are you thinking, Sof?" Freya asked her eyebrows raised in curiosity.

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.

Andre explained as he poured a drink for himself and started drinking. Sofia was impressed and a bit skeptical with these people at the same time. Because she knew what they were capable of doing, she made a mental note and decided to not get too close to these people or become their enemies. After all of these was over, she just wanted to return back to the life she knew and moved on. “But are you sure you are okay with having your naked pictures sent like that?” Sofia asked. She just didn’t understand how anyone in their right mind would be okay with that.

Sofia had become the inquisitive one. Finally, Mikael came back to his senses. It is not the perfect time to express how he felt for the woman in front of him. Not yet. While having this thought, he had no choice but to keep his hands away from her body. Or else, he would lose control. “I need to wake up so early tomorrow morning or my trainer will get furiously mad if I come late,” Sofia explained. “Sorry, I guess I have to leave now,” Mikael uttered these words while walking away from her.

Morning came slowly, grey light creeping through the thin curtains and spilling across the worn floor of Sofia’s bedroom. She hadn’t slept much. Every time she closed her eyes she heard her stepfather’s voice again, the strange excitement in it. You’re going to make me very rich. The words had stayed with her through the night. Sofia sat up in bed and rubbed her hands over her face, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling pressing against her chest. The apartment was quiet now. Her stepfather must still be asleep, passed out somewhere after finishing the bottle.

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.