Ivy Rosalia Novels & Stories

He can grab this opportunity to manipulate her and she can not let that happen. “Okay, I will go.” Iris jumped up in excitement and hugged her tightly. “You are the best.” “Enough with the buttering, let me go brush my teeth. If you still have not figured it out from my appearance, I just woke up.” Rosalyn went to the shower. When she came out. Iris dragged Rosalyn into her bedroom and started rummaging through her closet. "You have to wear something really special," she said. "This is a music festival!"

S he walked over to the laptop sitting on the desk and slowly, carefully, plugged in the USB She waited for the video to load while opening the envelope, it contained details of the event, she kept it aside Her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed play. The screen lit up with the elegant Rome villa, softly glowing in gold light. She saw Alessandro in a sharp suit, drink in hand, she saw the crowd, the laughter, the smiles. Then she saw the girl. Rosalie, wearing a soft peach dress She'd seen enough pictures to know how she looked at first glance but here, watching this clear footage. She realized how beautiful she was, sleek long dark brown hair, awkward body movements and a polite smile

I say and she smiles with a little bend of the knees. "Nice to meet you too, Madame." She says and I shake my head. "It's just Kera. Please." I tell her and she giggles nodding. Rosalia has beautiful silky brown hair with bright blue eyes and soft pink lips. She looks like a real life doll but in a good way. Her and her mother do look very alike. "Is Alessio awake yet? I mean Mr. Marino." Rosalia quickly adds. I raise my brows before nodding, keeping my eyes on her. "He's just laying down." I say before going back to pouring coffee in four cups.

I ask, trying to initiate a conversation, even though I knew he wouldn't talk much, I could try. "Luca." He replied. I took some seconds to drool over his accent. He wasn't from around here, that I know, I just couldn't place a pin on it, it was either Sweden or Iceland. My drunk self wasn't smart either. *Bummer.* "I'm Iris, but my friends call me Ri." I told him. I wait a few minutes before talking again. "Are you from around here?" I asked. "Norway" He replied shortly. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from making any embarrassing sounds. His voice still gave her chills and his Nordic accent added to his appeal.

He dials the phone. My phone rings and I take it out of my bag and put it on speaker. Nicole looks at me shocked. Ryder smiles and we begin to walk together to the front of the hall. I hold my phone above my head so that all of the people can hear it ringing. I slowly walk through the parted crowd of shocked people. I climb the stairs onto the stage, turn my phone off and put it on my bag. I reach my hand out to Theodore. “Hello, I’m Princess Ivy of Ice Moon. I’m happy to be here.”

The endearment feels like a predator’s purr. He twists the chain tighter around her wrist, and Marisol’s breath catches. His face is close to hers, his eyes promising pain. “The Virgin will forgive you. If you teach my son to be a man. If you remember who owns this pretty mouth.” His words are possessive, brutal. A raw sound tears from Marisol’s throat—defiance mixed with pain. She spits a mouthful of blood at his polished boots. “Prefiero quemarme en el infierno (I’d rather burn in hell)."

"I don't care where we do it or what people say, I just wanna be in your hands and explore your curves, i wanna make you moan and scream for me as you always did in the past. Remember how crazy our love is." "You ain't serious, leave me alone! I'm going to yell," Victoria threatened but immediately but got kissed by Frank instead. She started struggling to push him away, but couldn't ask if he was much stronger than her. He deepened the kiss and started exploring her mouth, this made Victoria moan. He disengaged the kiss and licked Victoria's neck, he bit and nibbed lightly on her right ear, Victoria moaned and got lost in ecstasy, forgetting the moment and all her bitterness towards Frank.

Not only did she survive, she excelled in every field she touched. Lila’s blog post began to take shape. Side-by-side comparisons of images, documents, and eyewitness accounts, all meticulously sourced. She titled it simply. The True Princess of Vespas: Arla-Rosa Hernandez. Within hours, the post went viral. Hashtags like #TruePrincessRosa, #JusticeForRosa, and #ArethaExposed began trending globally. Fans of Arla-Rosa celebrated, sharing old interviews, graduation photos, and records of her medical achievements. The story captured hearts and ignited outrage simultaneously.

What so ever. Miss Ivy approached her and talked to her outside. She's like familiar to me. "Why are you looking around outside? Do you want to take a cut class like her?" My friend Rey Ravellio A.k.a R, his voice is just teasing, He is just a friend of mine and is really loud to everyone. "Hey! You're really Chismosa Visha." He said. "No! Don't be loud, Miss Ivy might hear us." I said and started writing again. I didn't want to pay attention to that, but I stopped writing when I heard that name being whispered behind me.

As Iris looked at her mother, she felt a renewed sense of determination. She would do whatever it took to save her, even if it meant stepping out of her comfort zone and facing challenges she never imagined. She was not alone, and with Skylar by her side, she felt ready to take on the world. Present Day**************** Ryan was still shocked to see that Iris was a virgin. “But how is that even possible?” He questioned himself. “She's a stripper and a whore, there is something fishy and I must find out. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.