Mila Rose Novels & Stories

Rose smiled smugly— “It’s a unique language… only people like me can understand it.” 😌 Just then, a girl approached—Mili. She was wearing a short one-piece dress, and her gaze was clearly fixed on the man. Mili asked— “May I sit here?” Rose looked her up and down before replying with a crooked smile— “If I say no, will you actually not sit?” Mili got irritated, but the man beside Rose let out a faint smile. Mili sat beside him and said—

Laura heard the opening and closing sound of the door and got that Rose is going out of the house where she goes often, releasing a deep sigh she heard the car sound and moved to her bed and Rose drove off her red Mercedes SUV to the nightclub ‘Demon’s Soul’. Rose is a charming, and a born beauty with no extra preparation, even with her most casual look attract everyone towards her, her height and figure, attractive sharp features make her prominent wherever she goes, then how is it not possible for her when she enters the club she wouldn’t get extra attention. She is a frequent customer of the Demon’s Soul night club, therefore many know her very well here and even know her temperament desp

"I am Jasmine's top disciple. My name is Mila." Guillermo staggered back in surprise, but being the stubborn man he was, he refused to admit he had failed to recognize the top-grade fabric on Theodore's clothes. He looked suspiciously at Isabella. "You say you're Jasmine's disciple, but how can I believe you? We have other disciples of Jasmine here. I'll call one over to see if you're a fake." Guillermo scanned the room and finally his gaze landed on Nathan and Victoria in the corner. He approached Victoria and invited her, "Miss Victoria, it's well known that you are Jasmine's student. Can you recognize Miss Mila on stage? Is she really your senior?"

Knowing that she absolutely couldn’t remain in her classroom anymore, Mila had decided to go out with her close friends. Before they were able to leave, however, they heard a rather beautiful girl from her class—who was currently staring at Mila in dissatisfaction—mutter, “Hah! What’s so great about you, Mila Smith? The boys must truly be blind for them to treat you like some kind of goddess!” The girl herself went by the name of Mallory Xenakis, and she was rather popular within the Department of Broadcasting and Hosting. Naturally, the more popular a girl was, the greater her jealousy when attention was drawn away from her. Now that all eyes were on Mila, it wasn’t a surprise for her to fe

My name is Milisa Rose - a part-time job at a big city bar, where dozens of players, corporations, and talents come here to discuss business. I work here with a contract to not sell my body. I just took the bottles of wine and went to pour and get ice for them. Today people with money have rights head of the city will come here to discuss business, all the girls in the shop prepare early. because they want to get this man's affection. I went to the store and wanted to ask for a day off because today is Milisa Rose's birthday me!

the producer called. My hands were shaking. I pressed them flat against my thighs, forcing myself to breathe. This was it. My chance to control the narrative. To stop being defined by other people's lies. "Ready?" Diane asked. I nodded, not trusting my voice. The red light on the camera blinked on. "I'm Diane Philips, and today I'm speaking with Millie-Rose Harvey, the actress who disappeared four years ago and recently returned to a firestorm of legal battles and family scandal." She turned to me. "Millie-Rose, thank you for joining me."

means. Then voices. “Ares?” Footsteps pounding. I know them instantly. James. Mira. Half a dozen pack warriors. They burst through the last line of trees panting, confused, terrified Then freeze. Every. Single. One. Mira’s hand flies to her mouth. “Oh my Ares… who… who is that?” Claria doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t retreat. Doesn’t bristle. She simply observes. Her gaze sweeping gently over the faces, the weapons, the fear.

I said calmly, my voice cold as steel, “is allowed to walk into this hall uninvited.” She went pale, but still holding my gaze. Her lawyer wiped his forehead nervously. “We didn’t mean to offend you, Il Don. But… since she is close to you, we assumed...” His accent heavy. I frowned. Before I could process what he meant... The door burst open, and Mila walked in. Tall. Graceful. Seductive. Her eyes locked onto mine.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

He was uninterested in the performance, while Mila, who sat beside him, was very excited and fixed her eyes on the star. As Mila was more active than the other fans and shouted and cheered more loudly than them, she attracted the attention of many audiences around her. Then, the audience noticed Cristofer, who had an outstanding appearance and temperament. Some of them even picked up their mobile phones and secretly took photos of him. Suppressing the impulse to grab and smash their phones, Cristofer took a deep breath with a deep frown. Mila had specially dressed up today. With delicate makeup, she was wearing a floral dress and a pair of high heels.