Amelia Roses Novels & Stories

My touch awakens the sensation of his hands on my breasts, and all over my body, smooching me to filth. Snapping off the wild memories, I dab my body with the bath towel and wriggle the excess water from my hair before running the hand dryer through it. Next, I search for something casual but nice enough. Settling for a white dress with peplum and a purple rose, I strap the belt around my waist and secure it behind my back. My door opens, and Amelia walks in. She's looking beautiful. Her hair is styled with flowered clips, and in an elegant floral gown.

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

"Chloe, what did you find out?" I didn't answer. I simply closed my eyes. I needed proof. Real, undeniable proof. … Three days later, Angela returned in secret with the lab report. She looked at the results and broke down in tears. "Chloe… these medicines—they're just regular vitamins and glucose injections. How could this happen? What have you been taking all this time?" I took the report from her with shaking hands, my fingers tracing the cold printed words—Vitamin B, Vitamin C, Glucose. Not a single drug that could treat my illness.

Daisy leaned back against the sofa and closed her eyes for a moment. Caleb walked over, sat beside her, and took her hand in his. Three days later, the garden at Anderson Manor was filled with rows of white chairs. Daisy had on a white wedding gown. Her hair was pinned up elegantly, and there was a bouquet of flowers in her hands. Mia stood beside her with tears glistening in her eyes. As the organ music began to play, Daisy held onto Caleb's arm and slowly walked across the white flower petals one step at a time.

POV: Martinez’s PO My breath locked in my throat as I stared at the glowing phone screen. The live security feed from my private study was crystal clear, but the sight inside made my blood turn to pure, churning ice. The slender figure in the black silk cloak was standing right at my terminal, the silver flash drive blinking as it sucked decades of Rinaldi blood money records out of my encrypted mainframe. When she turned her face toward the lens, her dark red lips stretched into that familiar, wicked smile. The facial structure, the high cheekbones, the cold arrogance—it looked exactly like Seraphina Meyers.

Amelia’s signature perfume the dense trace of amber and vanilla. Amelia stood on the threshold, her identical face flushed a deep, unnatural crimson from the biting wind, her shoulders trembling beneath the fabric of Ava's stolen white cashmere cardigan. The fragile, heartbroken victim persona that she had spent weeks meticulously performing for Michael was completely dead. Her dark eyes were wide, bloodshot, and glittering with a raw, volatile envy that she could no longer contain behind her engineered smiles. Her fingers were clutched tightly around the strap of her leather handbag, her knuckles turning a stark, bloodless white as she glared into the dim interior of the concrete room.

Leave me the hell alone. Have you not done enough? You desperately want Steven Audrey and I have left him for you. Why are you still after me? Rosaline sounded so bitter and she was ready to forget what it feels like to be lady like and just beat Sandra to a pulp, but then, Steven grabbed Amelia, and covered her mouth, almost choking her. "Let her go, she is asthmatic, she could die". Rosaline cried. Amelia started breathing high. She had to open her mouth and she barely made out any word. She closed her eyes and fell to the ground.

Amelia’s was a five-star restaurant where the Hollywood elite mingled with LAs movers and shakers in nearly every industry. It was fair to say not a single person dining in the Italian restaurant was worth less than a few million dollars, except for maybe Bart. Rome wasn’t sure what photographers were making these days, but he didn’t think it was that much. As he stood on the threshold of the impeccably decorated establishment, he took a few deep breaths and tried to still his raging heart. He could do this….

“But how did he escape you? Did he guess your intentions? Are you a prisoner now?” “Calm down, I am not his prisoner, but I also can’t stop him. It’s up to you.” “Okay, be safe Alpha, we will come for you when this is over.” “Thank you, Owen. If you get there before Roman demand to speak with Hades, tell them Lydia sent you and explain your connection to The Red Rose, that should get you access.” “Who’s Lydia?” “Their Luna.” “Okay, leave it to us Alpha Red.”

"You're stunning, Rajkumari." "But I don't want someone to love me for my beauty!" Ahankara snapped, taking her hands away fron Neharika's and turning away from her. "I don't want to be the Moon," she said softly. "And you're not," Neharika replied, turning her around. "You're a unique Rose, Rajkumari. The most beautiful one to ever exist." "And he's made of flames," Ahankara whispered, feeling a chill run down her spine. "He's gonna destroy me as soon as he touches me, Neharika."