Mila Rose Mga Nobela at Kwento

She groaned once she answered the call. “Davila? What?” I rolled my eyes. Probably her one-night stand. “Olivia, it’s me Camila” she paused for a moment. “oh hey Mila” she was still drunk. Only God knows how many glasses of alcohol she drank. “Roman is mad, like super mad” “oh” she replied. “I’m sorry Mila, I only wanted to have fun”

Evil mastermind. Hedda's POV “Mila doesn't belong in this world of fame and power,” I said as I sipped my glass of wine. This world of elegance, power, and fame was all mine. And I can't let anybody take this world away from me. Including that riffraff, Mila. As I scrolled through my phone, I felt immense satisfaction flow through me. “Mila Thomas stepped down from a lead role, due to a controversy swirl” the headlines read boldly on every blog on social media.

Then, deep inside, with so much anger and dismay, she swore: "I will make all of you pay for what you'll did to me. You all threw me out of your lives when I needed you'll all the most. But don't you worry Killian, I will prove both you and my parents wrong. I will show you all that I'm not a disgrace. I am Mila Throndsen and I won't back down till I win...

Pierre extended his compliments. Looking at this couple, Malaika somehow thought about the possibility of being together with Yulli someday. Pierre and Yeti looked fine together. It was like they were a pair made by the goddess. They were both nineteen, and their good physical attributes made Malaika insecure. Especially that Seti was remarkably tall and slender. While her height was just average. Malaika’s built was slightly muscular because of her intense training.

" Rose, If you're reading this means you're making 25 years age. Congratulations on that achievement baby how I wish could be there to see you. You must have grown into a beautiful young lady, my young lady. I don't know how life is going to be for you without me but be sure of one thing even in death I will love. I wanted to stay by your side and see you grow but I can't fight anymore. When you first said " Mama " I realised you're my whole life and my everything. So I named you Rose, cause you looked beautiful like them at that time.

Emilia replied as Rosealba failed to find a word. “Goodness!!!” Rosealba gasped, getting up on her feet with excitement. “Oh my goodness!!!! Miliya!!!! I am so happy!!” Miliya! Okay, that was a short form of Emily and she didn’t know why it excited her that Rosealba called her that way. A soft warmth flooded Emilia’s chest. She had always wanted to have a close relationship with Rosealba, but she didn’t know how to initiate it without diverting from the professional level.

“I’m Rosa. Don Silvetti asked me to bring you breakfast. Please eat.” I sniffled and wiped the tears from my eyes as I turned to Rosa. She looked friendly and it felt like I could get through to her. “Nice to meet you, Rosa. I’m Mila,” I introduced myself in the saddest voice I could muster before I placed a hand on her forearm. “Please can you help me get out of here?” Rosa’s eyes widened at my request and she instantly pulled away from my touch, shaking her head frantically. “No. No. You’re Don Silvetti’s property. If I help you, he’ll have my head.”

Rosé turned and once she saw who it was, she rolled her eyes in anger. "Bitch alert," she said under her breath. She stood up and faced the visitor blown by the bad wind. "Hello, Rosé." "Good morning Milla. Nice to see you looking all nice today." Camilla rolled her eyes and stared angrily at Rosé who was unfazed and smiling politely back. "I hear you and Xavier Monterosa are hitting it off." Rosé smiled. "Yes we are and it's such a relief that he hasn't been exposed to brown-haired bitches yet."

Malia was still sitting weakly on the bed because she wasn't feeling well. “Do you want to know something?” Deanna was still standing beside Malia's bed. “What?” Raline smiled proudly. “Rosaline in the movie Camelia Burn is my mom. That's why I look so much like her.”

She was unable to control herself. She approached him slowly, her voice soft as she greeted him. "Nate." Nathan tensed up. He abruptly opened his eyes and gazed intensely at Mila. She was wearing a soft pink floral dress, and her long hair cascaded over her shoulders. In her left hand, she held a large bunch of her favorite white zinnias. While in her right hand, she carried two boxes of supplements. She stood there, awkward and timid. Mila's smile reached her eyes. She looked stunning and beautiful.