Yulia Rose Novels & Stories

Vivian let out a sound somewhere between a squeal and a gasp. “Oh, my god. Who have you been hiding? You’ve got a secret rich man somewhere?” Rose shot her a look. “I went back to the fights last night,” she said. “And I won.” Lyon, still standing there, let out a low breath. “That explains it,” he said. “You’re the Wild Rose.” His gaze sharpened. “No wonder you rattled my man.” Luke appeared from the back, stopping short as he took in the scene. “Since when did this place turn into a flower shop?”

She simply watched us. ​"Julian," the woman said. Her voice didn't carry the menace of our former captors; it carried the weight of history. "You look tired. Living as a ghost isn't easy, is it?" ​I stepped in front of Julian, leveling my rifle at her chest. "Who the hell are you?" ​She smiled, a thin, sharp expression. "My name is Rose. And I am the only person left who can give Julian back his life." ​Julian moved past me, his curiosity overriding his caution. "You sent the message."

“He just wants to protect me, Julian.” “There’s a thin line between protection and control, Serena. You’re a world-class director now. You don’t need a guard—you need a partner who lets you fly.” Julian extended a small box. “This is for Clarisa. I remember she likes collecting miniature buildings. It’s a crystal Eiffel Tower I bought in Paris last month.” Julian’s warmth felt so natural that Serena almost felt foolish for doubting him. Yet deep inside, a small voice warned her—a voice that sounded very much like Marcus’s cautious tone.

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

Ruscov promised. @cycy

Tyler tilted his head towards the dance floor , Cecelia looked as if she was going to start telling him off any second but Rosalie beat her to it . " Sure why not " she smiled her most charming smile , she caught the stunned look on Tyler face before guiding him towards the dance floor . She had been so foolish , if not for her timidness and lack of confident , she easily left Anna far behind in the matter of looks . With her long silver hair and violet eyes that looks similar to those of dragon slits . If only she knew how to use this beauty just like Anna . " Rosalie , you look beautiful " hands on her waist , Tyler was leading her on a soft and smooth jazz music .

I know that seems like a lot, but with about four thousand in the pack, that is small. Rose dresses in slim cut dark heather grey slacks with comfy flats and a silk baby blue boat necked blouse tucked into the front of her pants. She keeps her mark on full display by pulling her soft straight hair into a high stylish ponytail, adds a simple winged eyeliner with mascara on her eyes and nudish pink lip gloss to her plump lips.

After all, he was the most closed off; we knew he had a fucked up childhood but not the extent of it. "You say she left his belongings?" Silas asks, his voice much calmer than it had been seconds ago. "Yes, and hers as well, so strange." And hers? Who is this woman? Wait...if she really is... "You say she was here with a detective?" The attendant nods. "A Mr. Justin Powers or something like that. He seemed very disinterested in the case; he made the young lady cry." I hear Silas' sharp intake of breath. Justin is under the Magliana payroll; anyone who is anyone knows that. The second he learns a Black Rose has a known family member, he'll definitely take that to them, and in turn...

Rachel “You look happy,” Jayce asked as we walked by the riverside. “Are you kidding me? How can anyone not be happy after such a wonderful proposal and a delicious lunch?” I said, enjoying the chilly breeze of the night that gently touched my body. “Not to mention the fact that there is no one but us here,” Jayce smiles at my words. “No one but us,” “I know, and I’m loving every minute of it,” I said, swaying gently to the music of nature."I don’t want the night to end."

"Excuse me, Mrs. Volkov?" I turned around to see a beautiful woman by my side. She was pregnant and she was beautifully dressed in a blue dress that stopped at her knees. Her blonde hair stopped on top of her shoulders and her blue eyes were so bright. She looked straight out of a Disney movie. "Good evening," I smiled at her. she smiled back at me, "I am Yulia, Mr. Volkov's personal assistant." She chose her words carefully so I could tell she could only speak minimum English.