Mila Rose Novels & Stories

Mila rose abruptly, heels clicking against the marble floor as she began pacing the length of the room. “No,” she muttered. “No, no, no. This isn’t real. Kael doesn’t love her. He can’t. He doesn’t belong to her. He belongs to me.” She stopped by the window, staring out at the city skyline that stretched endlessly before her. Her reflection in the glass looked wild, her eyes too bright, her hair falling loose around her face. For a fleeting moment, she didn’t recognize herself. But then her expression hardened. She pressed her palm flat against the cool glass.

Mismaloya a village located on the coast of Bahia de Banderas in the Mexican state of Jalisco; Mila's home. She always dreamed how it would be when she went back. Would she ever go back? Would things still be the same? She doubted it ever since she had met Roxana two years ago, on the busy New York side walk. Mila had not recognized her but Roxana saw her and immediately stopped to greet her. Mila was confused, but after Roxana had countlessly said her name and the school they went to together. Mila suddenly remembered. One thing that hurt the most was when Roxana said.

Does he not remember all of that? Elia walks towards me, crouching as soon as he's close enough. He runs his thumb on my cheek—earning a sigh from me but I push his hand away, making him look down on the ground, clenching his jaw, ''Look, Elia. Why am I even here anyway? Why did you even pay one million dollars for me? If you think that you own me now, you're wrong.'' I stand up, walking away from him. I stop walking and I hear him standing on his feet, ''I don't own you, Rose. No one owns you.'' Then, I turn around, feeling unsatisfied myself.

Sometimes she was, and sometimes she gave her opinion on a matter unapologetically. "I'm not shy. He does make me shy" Mila looked anywhere but at me. I smiled inwardly. So I did make her shy huh? "Cute" June smiled. "Your fiancéé reminds me of one of my students. Camilla looks to be a high schooler, or atleast graduated. What school did she finish from?" Cameroun asked me and I became temporarily mute. "Ermmm... What's the school again?" I asked Mila who looked like she was struggling not to laugh.

"You are not bad as you show yourself..." Vera said. "You didn't kill Mila, You helped me and thanks to you I don't have blue and purple marks on my face..." "Mila was my student and I was about to kill her but she is pregnant..." Rose replied. "She was your student?" Vera's eyes widened. "It means you___ oh my god! You are that 'Rose'..." Rose looked at her unbothered. "I am that 'Rose'..." "You were the one who burnt down one of the high table family of Russia!?"

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

"Mona is another one of our Doms, while Tyra and Savannah are subs." "Beautiful Indian girl over there, her name is Shyla. That girl's hips don't lie, and most of them men just like watching her dance." Cindy nodded her head in the direction of a thin dark olive-skinned girl, with a golden piercing on the crook of her right nostril. Her almond shaped dark-green eyes and darkened lips gave her an exotic appealed, and when she smiled at something Simone said, Cara could understand why Cindy dubbed her as beautiful.

The three of them entered the house. Sophia squeezed the skirt of her uniform as Ariana now looked at her questioningly. The girl didn't dare to look at Ariana, her head kept lowered staring at her increasingly cold fingers. "Mom, this is Sophia Rosetta. My girlfriend."