Amelia Roses Novels & Stories

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

“Another time, then?” He offered a small, enigmatic smile. “Maybe.” He turned, picking up his pace, disappearing down the tree-lined street. Amelia watched him go, a knot of frustration tightening in her stomach. "Maybe." That wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no either. The next morning, she was out waiting. Not with roses, but with a small, crystal decanter of iced water and two glasses on a silver tray. She wore a sleeveless, light summer dress with the fabric clinging to her curves.

Rose said to her. "Rose, I need to leave now," Amelia said and stood up. "Sure. See you later" Rose said Amelia nodded and left from there. Amelia came out from the park. She looked down at her wrist watch and saw it was 6 pm She had left Ethan and Evan at home with Ace. Amelia went towards the road and started waiting for a cab when someone called her from the back. Amelia turned and saw Aston was coming towards her. "Hi, Amelia. How are you?" Aston asked her.

I don't understand when she talk I feel like my heart beat racing and wind catch its speed like it calling me to wake up my friend name is amelia she is perfect girl. she Carring,full of energy, her cooking is unmatchable , she is loving ,cute and bueatifull. she is the girl you can't resist and want to get married amelia:- hi I want to ask something me:- what is that you look so serious tell me did something bothering you amelia:- my father is rich you know that right. and he searching man for me me:- that nice so what happen

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

Azrael pov: "So where do we stand then?" "Pretty well off. Donny's gang hasn't been able to keep up with us since we took some of his men in." Rosemary stood in front of my desk. "I see… then let's keep it up. I don't need some old bastard trying to make a comeback." I waved her off. She nodded and took her leave. Going back to my paperwork I was interrupted by my door opening and revealing Amilia. She wore a tight white dress that stopped mid thigh and black strappy heels with it.

Amelia felt a soft breeze brush through her face, carrying the scent of roses and freshly cut grass. She looked around in confusion "what is going on?" she mumbled beneath her breathe. She took a step closer she noticed a lady was playing the piano. The lady turned to her and smiled. "Abby?" Amelia awed at the sight before her, she clutched her purse tightly. "I hope she didn't do all this just to make Liam jealous" She heard footstep approaching her, her jaw dropped as soon as Liam stepped into the beautiful scene with a smile which further added to the beauty of the whole scenery.

Sometimes, small things were how the world admitted it was lying. Amelia climbed the steps slowly and crouched in front of the envelope. Her full name was written across the front in dark ink. Amelia Rose Vale. Not Amy. Not A. Vale, not the sloppy version of her name that appeared on appointment reminders and school records, where Rose was sometimes missing, and Vale occasionally became Vail because no one bothered to check. Every letter was exact.

I feign a smile, “I like your dress.” “Thank you.” she grins, touching the Hem of it. I don't like it, the floral pattern is too large and nauseating, and she's dressed like the kids. Still, looking at her I can't shake the way she's literally Rose if you were to order her from a duplicate store with limited resources for copying the original. Is that why she's dating Alpha? “I see Alpha Knox has a particular preference.” “Amara,” Rose warns. “What?” I feign innocence. “I just mean you're both very pretty.”