Lila Rose Author Novels & Stories

A world away from the steel-and-glass towers of Blackstone Enterprises, from the penthouse where our story had truly begun. Movement caught my eye Lila, already awake and buzzing with barely contained excitement, darting between the rose bushes with Atlas lumbering behind her. She carried a basket, no doubt collecting last-minute blooms for the decorations. At nine years old, she was all coltish limbs and boundless energy, her copper hair a riot of curls in the morning humidity.

The kind of thing she’d only seen in movies. “That’s so romantic,” Lila gushed. “Look at them! They’re gorgeous!” Harper crossed her arms. “I still don’t trust him.” “You don’t trust anyone,” Lila shot back. “I trust people who deserve it.” “He sent her flowers with an apology note. What more do you want?” “I want him to not be weird.” Elena touched one of the roses. The petals were soft. Perfect. “They’re really pretty.” “They’re more than pretty,” Lila said. “They’re a statement. This guy is seriously into you.”

Charisa almost hit the man’s head by her notebook. “Uhmmm, I like pink, purple, and white. I like white roses, I love the bunny dolls. I really like rabb-" "No, I forbid you to have pets, Risa. Don’t!" Cut Skandar quickly. He knew where the girl’s intent talked to.

Lila’s voice was soft but filled with awe, her hazel eyes glowing with emotion as she looked at Alya, the sunlight illuminating her face, the glade a sanctuary, the warmth a shared joy. “She’s a new chapter,” Lila said, her voice steady, her hazel eyes glowing with purpose, the quill pendant catching the sunlight, the warmth of the glade wrapping around her, the air thick with the scent of wildflowers, the glade a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. “A story just beginning.” She smiled, her fingers brushing the journal at her side, the sunlight casting a golden glow on her face, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared triumph.

It was the memory card that he inserted and kept inside his hand. "I'm sorry, Mina. If I didn't protect you and forgive me if I do." I said and gradually peeled off the marked seam on his hand with sharp scissors. It was against my will to do that and I had no right to visit him at his grave because I was able to save him in those moments. After I got the small memory card from him, I also immediately put his grave back in order and I also offered a white rose as a farewell to him and because I know that flower is his favorite. I also left a prayer for him to help us end this crime and punish the people who should be punished, especially the person who did this to him.

"Just like the first vampires, Esper rose from spilled blood." "I wouldn't consider death from childbirth complications the blood of many." Ronnie was growing impatient. There was no time for riddles. "That is what I initially thought, as well. When Yggdrasil first told me of the prophecy, I was certain it meant massive bloodshed at once. I spent my days obsessed with searching every battleground that I ignored the original bloodline's gradual extinction, the same line that emerged from Lailah's spilt blood. When Delilah's hand was forced to take her own life, she brought an end to the Blue Rose vampires. As the last of Delilah's blood returned to the earth, a blue rose bush emerged with a s

It smelled sweeter, but she could not figure out the other part of this rose fragrance. “Lovely isn’t it?” Vastria turned around to where the voice came from. The voice was warm and not startling. Lily Rosenburg stood before her with a few cut roses in her arms, clearly de-thorned. “I have never seen anything like this rose.” Vastria responded turning back to the rose.

came a reply. “Sir I think u are highly mistaken... that man can never have a soft spot for me especially... since the day he entered my life all he does is being rude and trying to insult and defame me... and apart from that why do you think, I, from all the people out there would do something like this???would stand in front of an angry lion to be eaten up????” she enquired. “Because, as you see Ms. Sakshi, I very well know who you are and from whom you are hiding and running…” he said with a knowing smile gracing his lips.

Realizing that she was once again alone, she tugged the satin sheets up over her satisfied breasts and fell into a deep, satiated slumber. The sun was just rising when Lila opened her eyes. A vague memory of her erotic dream flashed through her mind. She rarely remembered her dreams, but this was so vivid that it seemed real. So real, in fact, that she found herself lightly massaging her rose tipped nipples in an attempt to replicate the erotic sensation that she remembered so well.