Ivy Rosalia Novels & Stories

Isla said. “Better!” She pouted when the door opened and she watched Aries walking in with a bouquet in his hands. He passed her an enchanting smile, and she averted her gaze, clutching the knife. “Okay, let’s talk! What about the campaign you were talking about? Did Aries like your surprise?” Isla appeared fresh on the screen. Out of nowhere, Aries appeared behind Veronica and kissed her cheek, wrapping his hands around her waist. “I loved it!” He smiled at Isla on the screen. “I see sisters are bonding well over FaceTime!”

"And yes, you can see mine, though I don't have much with me." Izzy beamed, her entire demeanor transforming from suspicious to enthusiastic. "Cool! Maybe we could draw together sometime?" "I'd like that." The sound of footsteps interrupted our conversation. We both turned to see Rosa approaching, looking slightly harried. "Isabella! There you are." She looked between us, her expression softening. "I see you've met Miss Winters." "She's Mr. Salvatore's fiancée." Izzy announced, emphasizing the word with obvious relish. "She paints too."

Three years later ___________ REX AND REYNA • • • 'IMPACT' Top 10 Under 30 Most Influential Women of the Year - ROSALIA KNIGHT Rose admired her picture on the glossy magazine cover, her fingers grazing over the newly launched diamond label she had worked tirelessly to establish. The name "Rosalia Knight", printed in bold, elegant letters under the headline, brought a satisfied smile to her lips.

I’d failed them. Then a new voice cut through, sharp and young, laced with a Brooklyn accent thick as plantains: “Yo, get your hands off my tia!” A figure burst from the alley’s shadows—a girl, maybe seventeen, Puerto Rican like us, her braids flying, a machete in one hand, a glowing tablet in the other. Her eyes were Javier’s eyes, brown and fierce, her jaw set like Elena’s. She slashed the river, the machete sparking, severing a tendril. Ichor sprayed, hissing. “I’m Rosa Vasquez,” she spat, “Javier’s niece, Sofia’s sobrina. You want the family? You go through me.”

Then, Rosa sends me another voice message, taunting, "Arianna Moretti, for three years, he's been dulling your claws, turning you into something soft and spoiled. Everything he did was just to bring me back." However, she doesn't know that when I love Salvatore, I don't mind surrendering to him. And when I no longer love him, he'll face my fiercest vengeance. ... Three years into my marriage to Salvatore Russo, I received a private video. It was sent by Rosa Conti, the same spy who had drugged him three years ago. At that moment, the video replayed. I stared at the two bodies entwined on screen, biting my lip until I tasted blood.

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.

Rosalia screamed, beaming with anger. “You will never understand me Rosalia. This is the only thing I can do and about her killing another victim, you don't have to worry about that. I will stop her”. She begged in tears, grabbing Rosalia’s hands. “I am so disappointed in you!” Rosalia spat in rage, grabbing Savannah’s hand as they walked out of the room and banged the door behind them angrily. “You should take a rest dear, you don't have to worry about a thing” Rosalia assured Savannah who was still lost in her thoughts.

A woman in her mid-forties squealed, catching Riva’s attention. “Tiya Rosale!” Galak na bati ni Riva sa Tiya. Nagmano si Riva at ngiting pinasadahan si Rosale. “Naku kamusta ka na hija? Madalang ka nalang bumisita dito sa probinsya, ah.” May bahid na pag-aalala sa tono ng boses nito. Ginawaran naman ng ngiti ni Riva ang babae.

I closed my eyes, loving the relaxing sounds of nature only to jump when she suddenly screamed. "That bitch!" Ivyrose sat up on her beach chair, pouting like a teenager. "Ugh. They're never going to stop. I'm losing thousands of followers per minute. Look at this. Serena Joy made a few more “Ivyrose is a whore” pages. She's not even hiding behind her fake accounts now."

Water and fire are opposites, but she is very harmonious when on her. Her dreamy lips parted, gracefully stroking her hair. "Hello. My real name, you don't need to know; here, people often call me Raisa; I like roses, things related to them, and especially its thorns." Saying so, Raisa pulled out a red rose from her crop top and placed it on Vincent's chest, then kissed him on the wind. I don't know why I was so annoyed, but on the surface, I still pretended to be calm, politely bowed to Raisa, and introduced myself. "I'm Orabella; nice to meet you."