The Big Sleepover Sofia The First Novels & Stories

Sofia playing around the room , fascinated by the new environment. Dante caught her before she reached the Christmas tree Marcus had put up that morning. Small. Simple. White lights only. For Grace to look at when she was awake. "She has your hair," Sienna said. Looking at Grace in my arms. "The dark. She'll have waves probably." "Hopefully not the chaos." "The chaos is character." The evening moved in layers. Food on the counter nobody sat down to eat properly. Coffee going cold. Conversations starting and interrupted and resumed. Sofia falling asleep on Dante's chest. Robert washing dishes in the kitchen quietly when nobody asked him to.

Her smile had vanished, replaced by something cold and calculating. "Fine," she murmured to herself. "If you won't help me, I'll find her myself. And when I do, she'll wish she never came back to Nightvale." Sophia served dinner at the small dining table a simple meal of pasta and vegetables that the children devoured with the enthusiasm of kids who had spent the afternoon building cushion fortresses and working up an appetite. "This is yummy," Chloe announced, twirling spaghetti around her fork. "Did you put magic in it?"

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?"

"Oh actually, I was busy all day but then suddenly I remembered you had an appointment for your hands today.... so I called you but you were busy talking to someone else then I call your mom , she told me about you condition and I am really happy that you are healed enough. But still I wanted to see you so I came here.... and.....'' She was talking non-stop in one breath but then suddenly took a dramatic brack , I wonder what she had to say more.... "And?" I asked in curiosity.... getting a little excited too seeing her excitement. "And I am staying over tonight. We will gossip all the night and have our girls time. It would be so much fun !!!" "WHAT?!!" I screamed out, making the poor girl

“Whatever you say, baby.” We returned home and entered the bedroom. Outside on the terrace, white candles were placed around the stone railing. In the center of the table was a tray of hot coffee along with sugar and cream. Helena had never done anything like this before, and I suspected she did it because she remembered it was my birthday. Sofia didn’t seem surprised as she walked outside into the freezing cold. She wore her thick coat over her backless dress, and she took a seat in one of the chairs. “You want some coffee?”

Our day drew to an end and I've never been exhausted in my life as I was today. We got home and she was still not feeling sleepy and wanted to have more fun. I could have easily persuaded her to go to bed but I couldn't make my baby girl sad and I decided to let her have her fun time. I went to the kitchen to bake chocolate cookies for her after asking becca to give her a bath. I set the television in the living room and put on her favorite Disney cartoon; Sofia the first

I could think of other ways to use them and I was going to have a field trip with those bouncy tits. She was a gorgeous creature. “Sit down, Sofia.” She didn’t listen which was obvious given her situation. I opened the drawer where I kept the food stocked. Since I knew Sofia was going to be here, I had kept some blood-bags for her too. I tossed one towards her. “Eat.” “I’m not hungry.” She snapped. “You will need energy for what I have in store for you.” “Are you always this crude?” “Only with you, baby.” I teased her.

I explained to Sonia what had happened and she sighed with her hand over her face. "Of course, you don't lie to me, you only withhold. I believe you but one thing you must understand is that Sofia did not leave because of that" "Did you listen to a word I said? She caught--" "Sofia is the Mafia Princess" Sonia suddenly interrupted me and my eyes dimmed in confusion, "What? What's that supposed to mean?" My runner looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Sofia is the long-lost Di Marco Princess"

she chuckles shaking her head, “I can’t believe that we all know and that no one has said anything to her.” My eyes went wide, “Our Alpha’s would have killed us, not to mention Uncle Brad and Aunt Charlie,” I visibly shivered, and they both laugh. I helped Sofia and Brooklyn get ready for the party Sofia is younger than Brooklyn by 10 months but is taller and thicker and already showing curves and well Brooklyn isn’t. Sweet little Brooklyn has her Daddy’s dark blue eyes and his hair, it’s so black and shiny and her curls fall just perfectly. I stand back looking at the two of them as they gush over one another’s look. I couldn't help but tell Brooklyn she looked like a doll.

Standing beside her, she then said, “Let me introduce myself. Hi, I am Ella. Jacob is my big brother.” Sofiya got lost in her thoughts hearing ‘big brother’ from Ella’s mouth. “Hey, are you alright?” Ella patted Sofiya’s shoulder. “I want to use the washroom,” said Sofiya, trying to get down from the bed. Ella helped her out and walked her to the washroom. Going inside Sofiya locked the door and stood in front of the mirror staring at her face. She thought about her big brother, Michel. Hot tears rolled down her eyes.