Mila Rose Novels & Stories

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

Rowan didn’t touch the phone. “You see,” Mila went on, her voice calm again, “I know Elera. She disappears when she’s hurt, not when she’s happy. And if she were on some dreamy billionaire honeymoon, she would’ve broken just long enough to tell me to stop panicking.” She tilted her head. “So. Either she’s being isolated… or she’s being controlled.” Silence stretched between them. Rowan finally spoke. “You should be careful with accusations.” “Oh, I am.” Mila smiled sweetly. “That’s why I haven’t called the Tribune. Or the Herald. Or Serena Vance’s favorite society blogger.”

It takes my whole day to know who is she? I search about her and her family and know that her name is a Rose and her brother also killed by Evil and then she became mad and went into a mental hospital then she escapes from this hospital and now she is in my mansion, there is no doubt that she is mental now and dirty also. But I’ll recover her soon as possible, I’ll try my best to recover her and spend my whole life with her. I plan everything and take many black roses about 500 and separate their petals then spread all these petals into the room and a red rose, which is in reality a magic rose in which a fairy was in imprisonment, also hide here. I wait every second for her that when she com

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

And that we needed to feed our bodies so we could climb back into bed and satiate our other hunger— for each other. The few times we had ventured outside the bedroom I had found Anastasia and Mila cuddled up together. Anastasia was a mafia kid, so she knew and understood more than she should for her age. But then sixteen wasn’t that young, considering she was already betrothed. I had seen her and Mila whispering about something, mostly it was Sia who would give me a narrow eyed glare and then say something snarky to Mila who’d just shake her head, or her face would turn red. I especially liked when her face turns red. She looked beautiful like that. It was the same when she came down from th

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

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.

But whenever Miliani messages her scalp and then, reads Rose some of her favourite books, Rose finds it quite relieving. "How about you finish your school, get that degree and enrol for some college?" Observing Miliani's keen interest in studies Rosalia suggested. Also, deep down, Rose does not want her to serve as a maid in this mansion forever. Rose had suggested Mili to drop working as a maid at the Knight's mansion but the young girl is adamant. Mili was already very insecure about being of no use to them; on top of that, she did not want to sit idly. But, Rose wants her to fight against her fate and leave behind the dark days.

Makaila argued with me. "Too obvious. Rose? After my mum" I looked at her and she sighed, a huge grin spreading across her face. "Rose is perfect." Makaila whispered. She looked up at me, tears brimmed in her eyes. "I love you Christian. You are the best thing that as ever happen to me." "And I love you too, Makaila. I can't imagine my life without you in it." I replied. She smiled. I leaned in and kissed her gently.

All he proved was that I made the right choice by bringing Camila here. “Why are you in such a good mood?” a woman’s voice asks sardonically. Sitting up, I see that Mila has arrived. She’s wearing her typical outfit—I’ve never seen her in anything else—a pair of black jeans and a black tank-top, her cropped jacket shining the way well-worn leather does. Her short, raven-black hair bounces as she approaches. With her snowy skin, she might as well be a walking monochromatic photo. “I just learned I have the trump card to ending Yannick right here under my roof.”