Ivy Rosalia Novels & Stories

I open up my email. ________________________ From: Vanessa Maddison Subject: Rosalia Date: August 23, 2021, 12:18 To: Luca Venturi Dear Luca, I'm writing to you to ask that you please extend the courtesy of giving me the correct information and safety procedures for going about meeting Rosalia. I do not care about the danger I may bring upon myself, I have lived many years not knowing that she existed, and I cannot continue to live many more without getting the opportunity to meet her.

“Miss’s body is so cold... and you have a high fever... We have to get out of here, Miss. Let me treat these wounds...” “Don’t...” Ivy interrupted softly but firmly. She gently pushed Rossa’s arm so the woman would look into her eyes. “If they find out you’re helping me, they’ll fire you and throw you out immediately. Don’t take the risk.” Rossa bit her lower lip, holding back the sobs constricting her throat. Yet amid that despair, a sharp glint suddenly flashed in Rossa’s eyes, a mixture of anger and relief. She reached into her uniform pocket, took out a small phone, and showed it to Ivy.

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

"I'll ask you again, who are you, Rosalia? And why did you block my access to your mind?" Rosalia looked around anxiously and then looked at Ryker again. "No matter how many times you ask, my answer remains the same. I am Rosalia, a new resident here. And I don't understand what you mean. I also have no intention of joining you or ruining your event, really." Although he couldn't read Rosalia's mind, Ryker tried to find the truth in her words. And after a few seconds had passed, Ryker found no signs of deception.

Seeing she understood her, she left the room. As if on cue, Rosa pushed her chest out as she went immediately to fawn over him. “Mr. Vladimir, let me pour you wine.” Ivan glanced at her, a girl with big boobs and curvy ass. She looked ordinary, her type of beauty seems to give one comfort. Seeing Ivan looking at her, she bent down, her nipple almost peeking out from her tight fitted top showing her two mounds. “Come here.” Ivan called out. Rosa walked towards him and sat on his lap as she clung her hands around his neck. She leaned on him, feeling his temperature and pressed her boobs on his chest.

"You've grown so elegant lately, Talia. Look at that bone structure!" I watched them from the railing, amazed at how much insincerity a human—or wolf—could stomach. These were the same women who used to whisper that Talia was a common gutter-stray. Now, they were desperate to share in her stolen glory. I had no interest in their games, but Ruby Kallis—a woman who looked like she’d been assembled by a plastic surgeon—decided to sharpen her claws on me. "Ivy? What are you doing here?" Ruby smirked, her pink maxi dress fluttering in the wind. "I didn't think you and the Yoris family were on speaking terms. Are you here to beg Blake for a second chance?"

Victoria said, looking closely at the girl who looked younger than her. Rita darted her sharp eyes at the people beside Evan closely. “Victoria, Isn't he Viso D’Angelo? The business tycoon from Florence.” Victoria gave her mother a look of incredulity. “Mom, I am worried about that girl and you are staring at Viso D’Angelo. Leave him, he is already married to Isabel Ruiz…” “Victoria.” Nancy Rossi’s voice interrupted Victoria and she ate her words. “Yes, Mom?” Turning around she acted like the perfect daughter-in-law.

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.