Ivy Rosalia Novels & Stories

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI. “She’s really not going to call me?” I tossed my phone back to the table frustratingly. “It’s been what? A week?” Rosa poured warm water over the tea bag inside the cup she had, her lips curling into a small smile. She’d been making me drink that for days now. “You’re the princess now,” Viper sneered sarcastically. “The tiara I got you is on the way.” Rosa chuckled. Both of them were on Olivia’s side, blaming me for not making the first move by reaching out.

His gruff voice, low and sensual was causing a mess in her whole body and soul. Her body shivers from the roughness of his voice and the chuckle that escapes his lips made Rosa bit her lip. She may be a virgin but she understands that orgasm don’t necessarily mean it can be achieved through physical sex. According to her erotic books, it can be done in many ways IF she finds it with the right people or with the right method. This stranger definitely hits the marks for all of it. “Of course you can’t. You’ll give me a heart attack, sir. That reminds me, I never actually know your name. I am Rosaliyah. Rosaliyah Thomas. But you can call me Rosa. And you are?”

They were rival packs and there’s no way they would be together without his parents disapproval. A knock on her study door interrupted her thoughts. “Come in.” She quietly said, helping herself to a glass of tequila. In came Carlos with a wrapped present in his hand. “Happy birthday, alpha.” He said with a smile, carefully placing the present on her desk. “I’m sorry it’s coming late.” He apologized as her birthday was actually the day before. Isabel had totally forgotten about her own birthday because her thoughts were occupied with finding her mate. It was her nineteenth birthday.

My mind was etched with confusion for a few minutes. Meanwhile, as I was reeling on this, with my aching mind, Madonna's voice at the doorstep stopped me from thinking further. "Boss, I'm back with the captive." She said with her voice barely above a whisper. "Bring her inside." I commanded, and she opened the door, Rosalia returned to the room with a simple white top and faded blue jeans on her, and long black hair straightened downward, complimenting her beauty the more. "Uh!" I exclaimed in shock as I fixed my gentle gaze at her.

I smashed everything in the house. Vito got on his knees. Said our second wedding was a rebirth. Begged me to keep the picture. Those vows echoed in my ears. I still didn't understand. Why hurt me again? I grabbed my phone and searched for Rosa's social media. She was an "influencer" now. Never showed her face. Just videos of her holding a man's hand. I clicked through them all. That hand — long fingers, a thin scar on the pinky. I knew that scar.

Marys and Aiyana were running to her and she smiled, although she didn’t know their names, which made her to feel bad. “Good morning uh..” “Marys!” Marys said and she nodded. Marys's hair was tied in two pigtails with thick bangs that fell on her face. Her smiles showed two cute dimples that were very deep. She wore a black gown that was slightly above the knees. It was flared from the waist with long sleeves and she was putting on a white apron and a white maiden’s cap on her head. Violet adored her the more and couldn’t believe that this woman was really in her late 30s. She looked so young, she and Aiyana, whose name she was yet to know.

She wiggled her brows dramatically. Isabella’s lips twitched. “Was that—Ariana Grande?” Zoe grinned. “Inspired by greatness.” “Maybe,” Isabella teased, “if you actually took more lessons.” They shared a quiet laugh and drifted toward the edge of the crowd. That was when a familiar, smooth voice slipped through the music. “Miss Rossi.” The sound of it was enough to make Isabella’s pulse hitch. She turned — blinking. “Miss de Vries.” Anna de Vries looked like she’d stepped straight out of a painting — a pale satin gown that shimmered every time she breathed, hair swept into an effortless twist, not a single flaw in sight.

The men present couldn’t tear their admiring, fascinated gazes away from this diverse and stunning garden of flowers, while the women drilled the candidates with arrogant, displeased looks. “Iza, I’m so scared,” Vasmiya whispered softly when we finally met. She was wearing a magnificent golden dress that beautifully emphasized all the delicate charms of her fragile figure. Standing close to me, she seemed to be trying to hide from the world and from the scrutinizing eyes of the curious crowd. “Yeah,” I exhaled nervously, because I was insanely anxious myself. “It feels like we’re in a zoo, and everyone came to stare at exotic animals.” “Relax and behave like real queens,” Fisa suddenly appea

Then the elderly woman walked behind Cara, and with Marcell's help, they pinned the veil beneath puff, and Marcell covered the front of her head and face with the second piece. Luiza squeezed Cara's hand, as she moth thank you with teary eyes, then both Marcell and Luiza walked out of the doors and onto the beach. Unable to see what was going on outside, Cara stood without a clue of what she should do next. "Mia dea, sei una bella sposa. (My goddess, you make a beautiful bride.)" Cara suddenly heard, as Vincent's hands wrapped around her waist from behind and spoke into her ear. Cara turned around with wide eyes and an ecstatic smile, "Vincent!" She screamed and jumped into his arms.

Ivy muttered, her tone soft. "It's okay, Viee, I'm always here for you.. forever.." She muttered as she came close to her, and she sniffed into her stomach where Larisa hugged her. A few minutes later, they disengaged from the hug and Larisa left for her office. Not long after, her phone started ringing, with the caller ID showing a rose flower. It was Ryder, she bit her lower lip.