Amelia Roses Novels & Stories

“She is gone from me, but please don’t take away her memories from me; just let me live with her memories. Please don’t tell me to leave this house.” “That freaking Rosalia is haunting him more now! I thought everything would be alright after her death.” Amelia expresses great disappointment along with her. “I spent my whole life just running behind him but never found the chance to enter his heart only for that b**h,” the mysterious girl says angrily. “I even became their maid, leaving all my pride, and that’s disgusting.” The girl is chasing him from middle school, but before she gets noticed, his heart gets captured by Rosalia. She is dead, and that’s a relief. No matter what, she will en

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.

Amy said with her hands clasped together, her eyes were shining while looking at Amelia. Amelia had her long curly brown hair braided and tied in a half knot with small flowers attached to the braid. The dress that she chose showed her prominent collarbones and subtly revealed her evident curves. She wore dainty accessories that complimented the dress and on her left finger was the ring that Damian gave her. Because she already had a natural beauty, she only wore light makeup. Truly, Amelia looked like a fairy who descended on the human realm. "Madam Lia! You're really beautiful! Just like a princess!" Maisy commented loudly.

The mere thought of her being in the same room with someone else was disturbing. Ace is a smooth talker, he could make any girl fall for him, completely obsessed with blue eyes and boyishly handsome. Roselle on the other hand is very beautiful, blue eyed and young, prone to falling for someone like him if I were to consider age group or perhaps her taste. Not like I know anything about her taste is!!. I clenched my fists at the thought of her preferring my brother or falling in love with his charms. Running my fingers through my hair, I forced myself to think about something else but the memory of her massaging my head with her slim long fingers while we kissed filled my head.

Amelia: You did. It was entirely worth it. She pressed send before she could lose her nerve. Jake replied less than a minute later. Jake: I'm glad. Although I suspect coffee is now essential. Amelia climbed out of bed and wandered into the kitchen, still wearing an oversized university hoodie and fluffy socks. The bouquet sat proudly in the middle of the table. She stopped automatically. Every flower looked just as beautiful in the morning sunlight as it had the evening before. Without really thinking, she touched the petals of one of the white roses.

It was for Amber Amelia- let's meet with the whole squad Monday morning to settle this, but I swear if you're lieing to me, I won't talk to you anymore Stella- Deal

Amelia said. Sarah smiled. "Oh! I love roses." Amelia said in excitement. "Who doesn't?" Sarah asked rhetorically and smiled. "There are a lot more flowers, look at those lavenders," Sarah said, pointing in the direction of other flowers. "Omg! I love them" Amelia said excitedly. "Look around and feed your eyes darling!" Sarah said as she trimmed some plants. Amelia fed her eyes to her satisfaction and indeed she realized that she's been missing a lot, Asides Tess and Dylan's drama she doesn't do anything other than staying to herself and sleeping. Sarah kept helping Amelia with the thorny plants being an amateur.

"Care to explain what is going on?" "I went on a date with Carlos from Moonlight Pack. I've been wanting to be with him for a while now and I am sure he is my mate!" "O...okay...so?" Rosemary asks. "What's your point, Amelia?" "And then, in the middle of our conversation--you won't believe this!--I let out a loud...well, you know," Amelia squeaks, her voice barely above a whisper. She hangs her head in shame, her face bright red.

Amelia stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. Her kiss caught me off guard, but it was sweet. Too sweet, in fact. That afternoon, we drove to a flower shop where Amelia picked out a beautiful bouquet for Rebecca. She even squealed when she found her favourite flowers—white roses. I had never been so happy about hearing her laugh before in my life. I put my arms around her and gave her a kiss, startling the lady at the counter. Amelia responded to my kiss and broke away with a goofy smile on her face.

She could see the lights a little afar which could be Alex's cottage on the hill mentioned by Henry. "If the cottage is ahead, then why did he park his car here?" Rose mumbles and started looking around. She could see the faint light at the left side of the minor road which was leading towards the cottage. Rose realized Alex must be here without thinking further; she walked in the direction and saw Alex was sitting on his knees in front of a cemetery of white marble and a photo of a beautiful woman was hanging in front it. ‘Amelia Sanders’ name was engraved on the cemetery in golden, and so many candles were lighting all over the grave.