Lola Rose Sheen 2023 Novels & Stories

I whispered. Lola’s frown deepened. “Adrianna Torres.” Even the name sounded expensive. “She’s a model,” Lola added, waving her glass vaguely. “Big family. Big ego. Big everything. And please don’t ask me for details because I’ll get hives.” The room reacted like she’d walked in glowing. Men turned openly. Women watched carefully. Even the waitstaff paused. And then—of course—her eyes found the Castillos. A slow smile curved her lips.

If anyone saw her now, they wouldn’t even recognize that face as mine. She pouted, twisted her lips, and smiled at her reflection like she was admiring a piece of art. Then she reached for my perfume.. fuck! my favorite one and sprayed it over herself again and again, until the room smelled like roses and smoke. “Blaire, whatever your name is,” I shouted in her head. “Stop using my perfume like you own it!” She rolled her eyes, smirking. “Shut up, Rose,” she said flatly. “Before I shut that mouth of yours forever, dumbass.”

A joke to myself. “All done.” I smiled at her, and handed her a cloth to wrap around her till Theodore was back. Go to Jamira’s room, and wait. Theodore will be back soon with clothes.” She nodded okay, and walked to the room. I notice she doesn’t really fight back much. I would have to give her some time to know she can say no, and ask for stuff. That she doesn’t have to do something she doesn’t want to. I went down the stairs and brought Rosalita up next. I was not going to be surprised this time. Unlike her sister, she got undressed easily, and got in the tub with no encouragement. She was definitely brave. She did not even hide her body. She looked no better than her sister. If anything…

What the fuck is she talking about. “2…1…Happy Birthday!” The crowd shouts. Everyone starts to sing for he is a jolly good fellow at the top of their lungs. I zone them out and I feel my sister grab my arm. When I smell it, the most intoxicating smell in the world, my mate’s scent. I can hear her heartbeat loudly, feel the tug on my heart and soul. I slowly turn around in the direction of the scent, but I already know who it is don’t I?! She is singing at the top of her lungs, she smiles at me as I meet her gaze. My Luna…my mate…my Lizzie.

She looks oddly familiar, like a famous person; I think she models for Ralph Lauren. “You said you were out of town for the week, Luna.” Oh my God, it's her, Luna Ramirez. The stunning 27-year-old model, with cute hazel eyes and long black hair, who has strutted down the London and Paris fashion weeks, is standing in front of me. I can't believe it, she is just exactly how she looks on screen, so beautiful. “I know, but I had to rush back after I heard what happened to you, plus I need to be at the bakery on Saturday; we’d be shooting an ad for the bakery,” she said, smiling at him, and he just nodded.

It did look nice on, though. “Up, put it on oh and these silver heels.” She says, thrusting the dress at me as I stand and groan out. I quickly strip down and throw the dress on and smooth the fabric down and over my ass. “Oh, my god! Yes, girl. That is the dress for tonight.” She makes a clicking with her fingers and I chuckle at her. Lola is the same height as me, five foot eight, with long blonde hair and perfectly tanned and flawless skin. She has green eyes and is stunning.

Lola smiled at her thoughtfully and asked, "Do you think it is awkward for you and Jensen and Gilbert to meet in this situation?" Lola was clearly provoking Kisa. She was a rich girl who had quickly become one of the more famous actresses and was well received by the media in the country because of her powerful background. But there were rumors she was arrogant and domineering and had terrible acting skills. Judging by her behavior now, it seemed that the rumors were true.

Elia ''Satisfied?'' I ask, clenching my jaw. With a smirk on her face, she appears out from the shadows; the spot she has been hiding ever since Rose came. Her light green eyes stand out most and highlighting her every features, telling almost everyone that she's absolutely stunning—but a heartless bitch.

Yet, as the confetti settled and the headlines dimmed, the shadows of curiosity and scrutiny began to stir once more. Lila Chen, a relatively unknown blogger with a modest following, scrolled through the viral wedding livestreams late one evening, her tea gone cold at her side. She paused on a particular clip. Arla-Rosa, radiant in her gown, walking down the aisle with Prince Miguel at her side, while Master Ye followed silently, his presence calm yet commanding. The image alone spoke volumes. This was no ordinary bride. This was a woman the world had seen perform miracles.

While I stood there zoning out, Regina Maybelline sent me a video. She had been secretly in love with Charles for years, but I ended up becoming his girlfriend. She'd disliked me ever since. The dark video appeared to have been shot in a private lounge. Charles was seated in the center of a crowd, and next to him was a woman in a white dress. She looked a bit like me, but her expression was softer. Her eyes were slightly downturned, giving her a more delicate, pitiful look. My eyes naturally tilted up, which made me look sharper and harder to approach.