Amelia Roses Novels & Stories

“It’s not for me. It’s for someone who’s interested in becoming a model.” Chris studied her closely, as if trying to read between the lines. Slowly, his confusion faded. “I see,” he said. “Someone important to you?” “Yes,” Rose replied simply. She didn’t elaborate further, but in her heart, she was thinking of Amelia. In her previous life, Amelia’s rise had come much later—after Luthor had reclaimed his family name. She remembered clearly how Amelia had eventually become a renowned model and actress, gaining massive popularity and fame. Now that Rose had a second chance, she saw no reason to wait for fate to play out on its own.

she informed Sasha. Amelia wore the tight, mini-black dress and paired it with black heels. She let her black hair lose. She was applying mascara when dressed like a poison ivy, Sasha walked back into the room. Sasha held her shoulders, sized her up and then picked up black kohl from vanity. She used her golden dust over her eyelids and then gave her a red hairband that had two red horns jutting out. “Are you mad?” Amelia shouted. “I am a twenty-five year old woman. Don’t make me dress like a teenager!”

It was sleeveless with a deep V at the back. "You look beautiful," Amelia whispered, with misty eyes. Rosalie rolled her eyes, "are you done now? Is this why you were looking for me? Just to try this stupid dress?" "Rosie, it's a very expensive limited-edition dress, thankfully I managed to find it online." She beamed. "Dad needs to put a stop to your online shopping!" Rosalie grumbled. "One day you will thank me, young lady," Amelia said sternly, wagging her finger.

"Hey..." Rose looked at the girl with questionable eyes, "Hii I am Amelia, Mr. Knight's secretary..." She introduced herself, "And it's my job to make coffee for him so I will do it you can go..." Rose noticed the hint of jealousy in her voice but she kept quiet. Rose placed the mug on the kitchen counter and left without saying anything. When she was about to exit Amelia stopped her, "I didn't expect you to give up so easily, I thought you will be a bitch..."

Alexander: You're a beautiful flower that I'm starting to really like. I squealed silently...if that's even possible...in excitement, a goofy grin overtaking my features. This was definitely a scene straight out of one of my romance novels. Rosette: So in this category, what do I call you? Best to play it safe for now. Alexander: Choose Rosette: What if I don't want to? Alexander: You have to, so please do. Rosette: Fine Rosette: Alexander No reply, I waited for what seemed like minutes but was actually just seconds.

When George pulls the room door closed after giving me a smirking nod, the bathroom door opens up. Rose walks back into the room and looks like an angel. She has on navy blue pajamas. They have little white roses all over them and white edging. They complement her skin and eyes and bring out the light pink in her cheeks and lips. Melinda has blown out her hair and it is falling in dark brown silky waves, like a waterfall down her back. Overall, the shower did her a tremendous amount of good. As she walks closer, the light fragrances of the products she used, complement her natural scent perfectly and I look up to Melinda. *Thank you. She looks so much better, and it looks like it gave her a

The roses were a deep red, each bloom carefully arranged and tied with a delicate ribbon. Amelia carefully unwrapped the gifts, each one wrapped in elegant paper adorned with intricate designs. She could hardly contain her excitement as she opened the first box, revealing a stunning necklace—a delicate chain with a heart-shaped pendant that sparkled in the light. It was exquisite, and Amelia’s eyes widened in delight. She held it up to the light, marveling at its beauty.

Her senses snapped to attention, every muscle tensing, as the scent of rogues drifted on the air. "Lila!" Amelia shouted, her voice cutting through the silence. Lila froze, turning back to face Amelia just as the rogues emerged from the trees, closing in on them circlewise. For a moment, Lila's eyes flashed with panic, but Amelia took a defensive stance, placing herself between Lila and the rogues. "Stay behind me," Amelia whispered, her voice full of steely determination. She had already lost so much; she wasn't about to add her newfound friend to the list.

The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park. All the flowers were Jeffrey's favorites. Of all the flowers, there were no roses, which he chanted about as his favorite day and night. It was only at that moment that I realized that he loved roses but was unwilling to give them a place in his home. Jeffrey's exclusive ringing sounded, and the phone screen lit up. "I just got out of the hospital. Now I'm going to pick you up at the manor. "The rose bracelet is ready. You can bring it on later.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.