Ivy Rosalia Novels & Stories

"If she were amazing, she'd be playing Desdemona and not Emilia." I scoff. "Rosalia's a mezzo-soprano. Desdemona's role is meant for a soprano range. You can't just—" "Oh, my God, I don't care, Seraphina." "How?" I ask, angry on our sister's behalf. This has nothing to do with opera. It's because Isabella would like nothing more than to be standing on a stage with everyone staring at and applauding her. Her jealousy is gaudier than the big, shimmery diamond necklace plunging purposefully toward her open cleavage. "Rosalia's trained her voice every day for as long as I can remember, and now it's paid off. Rosalia Conti is printed on a real playbill from a well-known production. The only thing

Hearing that Vasiliev had a kid came as a shock. "Yeah. Isabella Vasiliev. Here's what I could find on her." He handed over some print-outs. As far as a file went, hers was slim. The photo of her was grainy, taken from a security camera at an office, but her driver's license image was clearer. Red hair, green eyes. An Irish beauty, even with the unmissable fatigue in her gaze as she tried to smile for her identification photo.

Irresistible. There was something about her that pulled me. “I figured out who she is.” Lumen walked forward and handed me his phone. A video played. It was the wolf on the bed beating up grown men. “She was at the club last night. She caused quite a ruckus,” Lumen explained. “Her name is Ria Salvatore. Her father owns S Group. She’s quite famous.” I barely heard anything beyond her name. My jaw tightened, I was trying so hard to keep myself in control. “Why does she smell so good?”

Yasmin looked at Roxy with clear eyes and gently said, "I have no idea why he'd want to break off the engagement with you. But it has nothing to do with me. Nothing is going on between me and Ivan." "How dare you deny it? You're just a bitch. I have photos of you and Ivan on vacation at Meulens. Yet, you're still claiming your innocence?" Roxy then threw a bunch of photos out. One of the photos grazed Yasmin's face and left behind a cut. Yasmin felt the stinging pain and instinctively touched her wound. Then, she shifted her attention to the photos. In one photo, Yasmin was standing together with Ivan, and they were heartily laughing as they watched the young girls dance.

*** Raisa of Raeden, the elder sister of the emperor and the strongest sorceress in the country, was quietly sitting in her parlor and eating pastries when they walked into the room. “Ivar, you are finally here.” She smiled as stood up from her armchair and walked towards them. This woman must have been young when she first came to Vallas, during the war, but now the signs of aging showed up in her face, in the form of wrinkles around her mouth and eyes. “And Elena, we are so happy you are finally here.” Finally? It had been just one week since Ivar went to look for her with that mad proposal, and it all felt very recent from her perspective. However, it made sense that if he had this idea f

“I won’t let you steal this pack from me!” Then she grabbed her phone and dialed a familiar number, trying to pull the same stunt again, forcing me to listen to what sounded like a she-wolf being tortured. Rosalia put the call on speaker, and seconds later, the sound of a woman screaming filled the room; crying, begging for mercy, the crack of whips echoed faintly in the background, followed by broken sobs… And I felt nothing. Only then did I realize Vada had been telling me the truth.

The note read: Violet, My beautiful love I have had a special team working on this hybrid rose for you. Ever since I saw the blue flame I knew I could find a way to show you my love for you. And to remind you that with both flames working together you can do amazing things to help others. I love you. Love Jaylor. P.S. Move the paper to reveal the other present. As soon as I removed the tissue paper I saw a note on top of a dress. The note said Happy birthday on it. As soon as I read the note I thought could it really be that time already? Is is really my sixteenth birthday today? I look down lost in my own thoughts and they immediately come to a halt as I let out a gasp when I see the dress

"Okay, Massimo. Let's talk." Rosalia and I sat on the sit-out, staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. My eyes were piercing, while Rosalia's were flashing with anger. "Why have you been stalking me all these while?" I asked, my voice firm. Rosalia's face turned red with rage. "I'm not your slave, Massimo," she spat. "I'm a member of the DLC, just like you." She tried to keep her gaze steady, but it was clear she was fuming.

How will this make Ivy feel? "That was nice," Callista purred before giving me a quick peck on the lips. "To your liking?" I boasted. She looked at me, not with assurance but with an authoritative glance, and said, "Young man, you have no idea what I'm capable of." Before I could reply, I heard Dimitri. Looking up, I saw her standing there. Her long, wild red hair fell loosely down to her hips. She wore a small tank top and tiny shorts. She was always effortlessly sexy. Ivy.

I finally spoke sounding brusquer than I wanted. “Don't control her, Sanders.” Cindy warned me and then turned to my girlfriend “It's just soda, I was drinking vodka and we just made a round of tequila, but if you don’t want any of it, then there's a taste for everyone in here.” She explained shrugging to then extend the glass with the soda to Olivia.