Amelia Roses Novels & Stories

Amelia. I could tell it was her immediately, not only because no one else ever comes to this side of the forest, and not even from the sound of her steps, but from her scent. A scent that was ingrained into my mind— floral and citrusy. Elegance and beauty with a twist and tang, it was a fitting scent for her. ‘You know,’ Amelia said in a subtle huff, ‘you could’ve just told me to pack my bag for a hike instead of sneaking a note into my pocket like a creep.’

Instead, she whispered to the baby in her arms until his tiny breaths evened out, leaving Amelia to wrestle with the storm Adrian had stirred up once again. *** The sweet fragrance of roses and lilies drifted through the glass doors of Ames Roses, Amelia’s pride and joy. Customers lingered, admiring the vibrant displays, while the staff moved briskly, arranging bouquets and attending to orders. Adrian stepped in quietly, a cap drawn low over his forehead, but his presence still commanded attention. He didn’t call for Amelia this time, no, he had learned from the boutique incident. Instead, he let one of the sales representatives, a bright-eyed girl named Ella, approach him.

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

Terrified, Rose lowered herself to kneel, her hands trembling, but her efforts were thwarted by Amelia’s lifted foot. Confused, Rose looked up. Amelia was standing firmly in front of her, completely at ease. She wasn't even straining. Her calm gaze never wavered. Amelia radiated confidence, quiet, unshakable confidence. It wrapped around her like armor, natural and effortless. Rose stared in awe. There was something powerful about Amelia, something rare. Amelia didn't need to raise her voice. Her very presence spoke volumes. “I won't let her kneel," Amelia said softly, her gaze locking onto Eve’s.

"King Azalea is not a bad ruler. He is always very fair, but that doesn't mean he's easy to please. He's difficult and he demands excellence. No lady has been able to successfully seduce him with their dance, even in the club." Amelia said. It had been half an hour since Alicia's twin sister, Alice left to see the princess. She woke up acting strange, she probably had a nightmare. Rose left to do her chores while Alicia was left alone in the room. She felt the urge to pee, so she went to the backyard to relieve herself. That was when she met Amelia, a senior cook.

I froze in shock then lifted my eyes to Rebecca in anger before folding the paper again " It's easy Amelia, leave Gale for me and I will give you your job back " She whispered and I looked up at her, I couldn't be surprised at all cause let's be serious. In this country power and money do the ruling. But I can't lower my self to beg like that especially now that I know am far richer than her, with a smile I replied words that I know won't allow her to sleep at night "You're far outdated Rebecca, am not that Amelia Rose that can beg any more but the one that's going to destroy every inch of you " And with that I turned to the other side and lay down.

Ava Amelia came jogging up to us, her red hair bouncing with each step, just as Chris was about to hand me the rose. He quickly dropped it back to his side and whirled around to face her. “Alpha Chris!” she called out breathlessly. “It’s so good to see you.” Before either of us could react, she suddenly clutched her chest, her eyes widening upon seeing the flower. “Oh, Chris…” she sighed dreamily, snatching the flower from his fingers. “Oh, you shouldn’t have.”

She laughed at something he said. Every instinct in me screamed to walk over there, to put myself between them, to demand to know why the hell he was even here. But I was still holding the roses. Amelia turned and looked at me. Her smile faltered, then faded completely, her expression cooling in an instant. I swallowed, stepped forward, and lifted the bouquet slightly. “Hey,” I said, though it came out rougher than I’d planned. Her eyes flicked to the roses, lingering there just a second longer than I expected, before coming back to my face. “What’s this?”

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."