Mila Rose Novels & Stories

GABE Mila was amazing–for the company that is. I skimmed over the reports again, marveling at the publicity and revenue her spring show had generated. Not to mention how she was able to get her clothes to smell like the actual flowers without the overly use of perfumes. If she kept this up, we’d be out of the red and above ground by next quarter. It was a miracle, really. I should have been fully focused on the documents in front of me, but my mind kept wandering.

"Watch your tone. Not just anyone can insult my date." Gemma's arrogance disappeared as soon as she recognized Luca, but that didn't stop her from yelling at me. "You have some nerve, Rosa! You've just been dumped by Carlo, and now you're already with him? A fickle woman like you is so disgusting!" I simply smiled. "Are you talking about yourself, Gemma? You claimed to be pregnant with Carlo's baby not too long ago, and now you've already moved on? Honestly, you switch men a lot faster than I ever could."

Mila said, pulling back and giving me a peck on my nose. "Are you a fucking mind reader?" I joked. "Yes, I’m obsessed with your ass, your tits, and your scent. But most importantly, I’m obsessed with that perfect fucking face of yours. Those lips, your beautiful eyes, and those big fucking brains of yours. I love the whole damn package, and I can’t wait to prove it to you." "How?" "By taking you on a date." I said proudly. "O," Mila replied. Sounding disappointed.

[Rose] I stared at my face in the mirror and sigh putting on my lipstick for the second time. My time coming up for another dance. I could feel my feet getting sore minute by minute as I made my way towards the dance floor. My teeth unintentionally bit my lower lip softly as I suddenly saw Kaden standing near the stage. The club was filled with people because it was a weekend. I had t leave early today because I was going apartment hunting tomorrow morning. I didn't care about the size. I didn't care if it was not convenient.

Then Mikael step beside me while I stand in front of the mic and spoke, "HELLO FELLOW GANGMATE, I AM LILIANE TERRANCE AND I AM STANDING HERE TO BE THE NEW QUEEN! I SHALL RULE THIS CASTLE BESIDE THE CARDS AND BRING THE UNDERWORLD'S CROWN TO OUR SIDE! FROM NOW ON, I, THE ROSE EMPRESS, SHALL REIGN THIS WORLD. " I said to them full of confidence. At that moment I decide to embrace my new position and authority. It's a new beginning and I will make everyone fear my name. The Rose Empress, Queen of Scarlet Claw.

Mary persuaded her. "I'm not comfortable with being his sex mate. The only reason we fucked then was because I was carried away. So I can't give him another chance. You can't give all your trust to guys. If you do, you might end up like Rose. I don't want to disappoint my foster parents. I love them so much." Riana said as tears rolled down her cheeks and Mary embraced her.

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

At the end of the hall, a door sat slightly ajar. I pushed it open… and froze. The room was filled with portraits of me. Me dancing on stage. Me reading quietly in the library. Me sitting alone on a park bench, lost in thought. Every angle of me, every moment… Jordan had captured in painstaking detail. I stepped closer to one painting. That was seventeen-year-old me in mid-dance, skirt flying, laughter radiant. In the corner, there was a line of tiny words that read: My rose has finally come to me.

Alan listened to Old Gu's constant bursts of anger, his aged fingers pointing to a timid, shivering Melissa standing far off his right. She had her head bowed, her arms shielding her petite frame. Her glasses hung crookedly on her nose bridge, skin pale, still wearing yesterday's, disheveled clothes. Bruises decorated her calves and wrists, and also her face; though she'd done a good job of 'hiding' it from public gaze. Oh-oh, that sexual assault....

Or how her pupils dilate whenever she looks at me, how caution and fear bleed into those baby blue eyes, even when she tries to hide it. She looks at me as if she can see through every mask I've put up, covering up what lies beneath my constantly controlled exterior. She looks as if she can see through it all, and it bugs me, more than anything. As I drive through the streets of Milan, I try to think of something else, anything that will get her off my mind. I'm headed for Orgo Construction, one of the many legal businesses The Black Rose uses to clean our money and cover our tracks.