Lila Rose Author Novels & Stories

she added as a complement to her daughter Annabel, ignoring Monalisa who just stood still peering at her burning book in the fire, with tears on her face. “And you,” she said authoritatively, turning her gaze properly on Monalisa, who continued to peer into the fire. “You are going to be punished for keeping a book hidden from me even after I had asked you to bring all your books out the other day,” Lila continued, sounding angry again as she recalled that she had once asked her to bring all the books she had before to her because she didn’t want her to read but concentrate on working instead.

CHAPTER FIVE CALEB'S POV I picked up my lighter and pack of cigarettes and moved to the still figure. Her head was tilted down, her hair spreading out and hiding her face from my view. I has been slightly disappointed that the girl had refused to open her eyes and watch me fuck the shit out of Bella. The horrified look on her face when she saw my dick was gratifying and funny as hell. I shuffled my feet on the floor. She didn't even stir. I sighed and pushed her slightly on her shoulders. She still didn't stir a muscle

"This one but I didn't liked it, do you have any thriller or action genre..." Lilly saw the book she was pointing and it was her favourite love story, she couldn't believe that Rose did not liked such a beautiful love story... "This is my favourite love story Rose how can you not like it" Lilly asked amused, Rose just shrugged.... "Ok I get it you are not a lovey dovey person, I have some books which you might like, come I'll show you..." Lilly said dragging her towards another room and gave her the books... "Thank you..."

The realization made her cheeks warm, a mixture of embarrassment and something softer, more tender. As the afternoon light slanted golden through the library's high windows, Lila found herself looking forward to Saturday with a cautious optimism. Whatever happened, she had a feeling life was about to get a whole lot more interesting. WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2

Or she’s simply just a bad texter, there really wasn’t anything in between. “Aren’t you going to eat?” Lucas asked, preparing the table for them when the food was cooked which caused Rojean to put her phone back in her pocket, innocently ignoring Theo. “I’m curious about the woman that died, who looked like you?” Lucas brought the conversation up. “Why?” Rojean felt her insecurities take over. “I’m not like her! I’m not going to be that successful. Are you disappointed?” “What? No!” Lucas chuckled. “What I mean is what did she do to attract those men? What was she like that they liked?”

Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently? Did Elisa get her a red rose? How thoughtful, weird but thoughtful. Rain looked at the rose with her full attention, her eyes taking in every detail. From the dew that was still on the petals and the thorns that still remained. She shivered. The sight of those thorns bringing back memories, Alexander. She was thinking about him first thing in the morning. Could he have been the person to give her the rose? Almost immediately, Rain laughed at the thought and shook her head. She got down from the bed and went straight to the bathroom so she could

Inside were her clothes, her books, and her drawings. He walked to the desk and saw a neat stack of sketch paper. On every sheet was his face. One showed his profile when he was focused on work, another captured the gentle curve of his smile, and others showed the deep creases on his forehead when he was serious. Each one was drawn with painstaking care. Silas' hands trembled as he flipped to the last page. It was a sketch of him sleeping, with a small note scrawled beside it. 'Silas, rest when you're tired. I'll always be waiting for you—Chloe.'

But what drew me most to this garden was the abundance of rose bushes, all in various colors—pink, yellow, blue, and red. They were all so beautiful I couldn’t stop admiring them. I plucked one and brought it to my nose. The scent took me back to my dream of that boy with heterochromia eyes, and I smiled, missing him already. Would he appear again in my dream? Would he still smile at me like before? Would he— “What are you doing here?” I startled at the sudden intrusion and snapped my eyes open to see Lorenzo glaring at me. He had his hand wrapped around my wrist, and I could feel his wrath in waves.

There were no incantations, no grimoires - just her, commanding the elements with a flick of her hand and the strength of her intent. The wind stilled, the vines retreating back into the earth as if they had never been. She turned to me, her expression unreadable, her lilac eyes glowing faintly. “That,” she said quietly, “is what I was meant to do.” I stared at her, stunned. “Rose… how?” Her lips twitched into a faint smile. “I don’t need the books anymore,” she said. “I don’t need the words. The magic, it’s part of me now. All I have to do is will it.”

Tessa wiggled her eyebrows. “Why?” “So I can have inspiration for my next book.” She shrugged. “I’m thinking of writing a reverse harem next.” I scoffed, shaking my head. “So you’re going to use my life as your inspiration?” “Bingo.” “And how many percent will I get from your revenue?” Lila laughed. “She has been a lot more money-minded since she became a boss.” I opened my mouth to speak, but my phone buzzed with a text, distracting me from the current conversation at hand.