Amelia Roses Novels & Stories

Alfred found the clothe in Chevy’s belongings, Chevy was a classic playboy so there were no shortage of women stuffs in his luggage. As ivory approached the door to leave, she shook her head and turned around. ‘the reason why I visited you was to tell you that I want you to be in my team, I plan to go to Buklime mountain to gather some herbs and the ice lotus for merits point and I’m currently teamless...you can also tell your friends to join…if you want to’. Having said this she turned around and left. Immediately she left, Alfred jumped on the bed, grabbed his hair and used his head to hit the bed as he knelt on the bed.

The dress was adorned with intricate metalwork, swirling patterns that accentuated her curves. As she stood in front of the mirror, another maidservant approached, carrying a velvet box in her hands. She opened the box, revealing a silver tiara, studded with diamonds and sapphires. The maid carefully placed the tiara on the Alpha's head, arranging her hair around it until it was perfect. Then, she stepped back and gave a respectful bow. Emma looked at herself in the mirror once more, and she felt ready to face her future.. The doom and Fall of her Enemies.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. ✾ The little girl had tied her pretty little hair into a tight ponytail. She was called Amara, and she was one of the lucky young women who were chosen to be consorts of the future great Alpha of Cinco. She had just finished her morning chores and was supposed to visit one of her best friend, Eleanor. Amara had fondly called her El. She was proud of the fact that only a few people called her that name.

“Elegant, dramatic… threatening. Only Esteban sends a rose like that.” Amelia lifted the flower. The petals were soft. The scent was sweet. And the meaning was cold. Either I protect you… or I take away your defenses myself. Serena stepped closer. “Amelia, this isn’t a joke. Esteban Guerra doesn’t just ‘send flowers.’ He’s saying he’s watching you.” Amelia looked at both sisters. Their fear was clear. But her own expression stayed calm too calm. Then, slowly, she placed the rose back inside the velvet box and closed the lid with a soft click.

"Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!" - Thirty minutes later, Alfie rushed into the study, clearly panicking. "Mr. Garnett! We've searched the whole villa, but there's no sign of Ms. Smith! But… But…" John clicked his tongue, pursing his lips as he narrowed his eyes sharply. "But, what? Speak properly!" Alfie took a deep breath, and did his best to finish his sentence. "We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!"

Someone who would consistently be there for her, especially when she's bored. At least, she finally made friends here. Amelia walked around the garden, breathing in the fresh scent of different flowers. Amelia loved flowers, ever since she was little. Her mother usually calls her Dehlia. She can't explain the love she has for flowers especially roses, they're her best. It's almost like there an invisible connection drawing her with it. This could be one of the reasons she'll love staying here. They had lot of flowers in the garden making it really colourful like it use to be in cartoons.

He stopped. "We'll just wait for her till she gets out and drop her home for now." He nodded. "Kaden, I need to talk to you. About certain someone I once worked for. I need your help in it" I look at him and nod. "We have to take care of this situation first" I said walking inside. "Who are we dealing with?" I asked, my eyes staring at Rose as she danced over the floor. My hands clenching in fist everytime she took something off her body. She never went nude. But her in a bikini was enough to send me off.

Amelia couldn't help but feel a glimmer of tranquility as she took in the vibrant colors and delicate petals. As they paused near a bed of roses, Lucas turned to Amelia with a gentle smile. "Amelia, do you see these roses?" he asked, his voice filled with warmth. "Each one is unique, just like our own journeys. Some may have thorns, but they also possess a remarkable beauty that withstands even the harshest storms."

Roselia simply told her that she had to learn to do it herself, which of course made a friend which of course made a friend beam happily again. “Okay just call me if you need help, okay? And about your outfit, don't even worry about it I will make sure that handsome man will fall in love with you at first sight or should I say second sites” was all Amelia promised before the two of them parted. Rosalia couldn't tell her friend that she was not trying to make him fall for her at all, she also didn't tell her that the man she wanted was heartless and cold and also was a werewolf, although she didn't believe that herself yet. She didn't tell her that she thinks he does not find her attractive a