Emilia Rose Books Novels & Stories

Shut the door and climbed back into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.” He said, banging on the dash. THE END **Thank you for reading Rise of a Queen. I hope you enjoyed the adventure. And is it truly the end?** Find out what happened to King Kellen in the third installment of The Delta’s Daughter. The Gladiator Wolf King – Book 3 will concentrate on Kellen and more of your favorite characters. I hope you will join me on a new adventure. The Gladiator Wolf King - Completed and out now!

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

She also had an A-average grade and would pick re-reading Kierra Cass' Selection Series to going to a party any day. In its essence, she had basically the best of both worlds, minus the Hannah Montana hassle. Everyone knew her personality and accepted her. "Yeah," I replied as I rummaged through my bag for my notes. "How hard could it be right? Jane Austen is pretty easy." Right. Tell that to your sore back, you avid procrastinator! "Yeah, if you were from the 19th century," she grunted as she pulled her books from her locker. "No. You just have to understand the concept." I had only understood it after reading someone's essay on it online. And no, I did not plagiarize. That's bad.

Emilia started, tonelessly, "And you better make sure that you don't break any of them." Alice could recall Libby mentioning something about 'Emilia's Eight Rules.' She stood there patiently, waiting to see what was being said. Emilia pushed her hand into her pocket and withdrew a crumpled sheet of paper. "Everything you need is on there," She explained, shoving it roughly into Alice's grasp. Alice glanced down at the sheet and began to read: Rules 1) You must obey everything I say 2) You can't leave the Gardening Club while staying at this school

************************ So here is the official last chapter of Flames and Roses the journey of Sheerazi family's second generation There will be no updates of this book and about 3rd generation no I am not planning anything for them. The journey of 142 chaps has came to an end now and I'm really feeling emotional i took one year to finish this book I don't know if the time I took is worth the book or not. I know my story is not perfect but this is what I wanted to present you all. Hope I did not disappointed anyone if I did I'm really sorry for that. Thank you for reading it and making till the end. For the last time can you all please give a review on the book as it has finished today?

Enzo dropped onto his back in the grass. “The bookworm beat us,” he groaned. “I’ll never recover from this.” “Perhaps you should read more,” Silas replied. “They say it exercises the legs.” Laughter filled the clearing. Even Fenrir, who rarely smiled, let out a rough chuckle. I looked at Emili. She was sitting in the grass, the last of the partial fur retracting, her bare skin glowing in the sunset light. She looked at me with an expression that combined amusement, lingering desire, and something softer I didn’t dare name for fear it might disappear.

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

Candles glowed, though no one had lit them. Emilia stepped inside, the whispers now humming like a heartbeat. She crossed the room to the vanity. Her hand brushed over a silver brush, a comb, a dried bouquet of black roses. Her mother had always been a creature of elegance and ice. And yet... There. Behind the mirror, she felt it. A pulse. She pressed her fingers against the glass. It shifted. With a soft click, a hidden compartment opened behind the mirror. A single book lay inside—bound in dark leather, its pages thick and brittle with age.

And together, they walked through the garden—into the night, into the unknown, into forever. ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— It was spring again. Florence wore her colors like a queen—sunlight caught in cobblestone streets, fountains laughing with tourists, balconies heavy with flowers that leaned toward the sky as if in prayer. In a quiet bookstore tucked between a café and an antique watch shop, the air smelled of dust, ink, and lavender. A bell chimed as a woman stepped inside. Emilia. She wore no makeup. Her hair was braided over one shoulder, and in her hand, she held a bouquet of wild roses—scarlet, ivory, and one pale yellow bloom. She

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.