Yulia Rose Novels & Stories

“But what are you doing here?” Her eyes suddenly lit up with curiosity. “And wasn’t that your boss, Jabco Grey, outside?” she added casually. “I saw him getting into his car.” She dragged her suitcase inside and left it near the door. Rose was twenty, a university student, still young and careless in many ways. She was Riyana’s stepfather’s daughter from his first wife. After his wife passed away, he married Riyana’s mother. Their relationship was normal, not too close, not too distant.

Overtime I realized the girl had guts but was a little caution to new people. "Oh my goodness! Your fan club seems to grow everyday. Xinyi, you are quite popular here. Aren't you?" I heard Yulia from behind me. Yulia is an intern with a gleaming portfolio. I could feel a tinge of envy in her tone but I ignored and smiled in her direction. Foolish girl! "Yeah, I guess." Keeping I facade, I smiled in an embarrassed manner, "Will you help me clear this up and put these flowers in those vases." I pointed to the vases far away from the desks in a secluded area of the Department.

asked Kingsley, highly interested. “Um… after we came here, I have been trying to get every piece of information about the powerful families of Thornspire, and no family is more powerful than theirs. Ursa Hewitt is a literal ladyboss. Her daughter Vanessa is a famous influencer, and Rose’s bakery ‘Roseth’ has gone viral so many times. Theirs is a family of achievers,” said Liliana, impressed. “What can you tell me about Rose’s father and mother?” asked Kingsley.

Julian had just spent a million dollars to create a charity in her name, effectively tying their identities together in a way that no NDA could ever undo. Sterling’s smirk vanished. He’d been outplayed by a man who was no longer just protecting his stock price, he was protecting his woman. As the applause broke out, Julian leaned in close to Maya, his lips brushing her ear. "The Rossi Foundation?" she whispered, her heart racing. "Julian, that wasn't in the script." "Neither was the way you looked at me in the study," Julian replied. He pulled back, his hand covering hers on the table. For the first time since the live-stream, Julian Vane didn't look like he was performing. He looked like a

In fairness to them, they loved their daughter a lot but they just did not know how to show it. She went upstairs to her room on the first floor. She had a lot of homework to do before the next day but she needed to make a certain call first. Vanessa's room was medium sized. It was smaller than what most people expected the daughter of a rich couple to have but to hell with people's opinions, she like the size of her rook the way it was. Almost everything was in plain view once she opened the door. The room was painted white, white with black polka dots. There was a black, furry rug that met her feet as she stepped into the room. Her bed was resting on the wall opposite the door, under the w

God, this is awkward. "Giuzde, why are you guys so quiet?" Said the girl beside him. She had wavy, jade-green hair which she had tied in a high ponytail, and her chocolate brown eyes seemed to hold so much warmth just like how she smiled at me. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Belladonna. My name is Rosellia Laurel, you may call me Rose or Lia. I'm in my third year. I am one of the Pillars and is known as Jade Mantis."

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

Then my father’s voice sliced through again—only to break me completely. “Brace yourself. You’re getting married to Lucas Rodriguez by noon today.” I staggered backward, nearly collapsing. The room tilted. My hand struck a vase by the shelves, and when it shattered, dull red blood dripped from my palm onto the marble floor. They didn’t care. Not one glance. Lucas Rodriguez. The name alone made my knees buckle. I’d heard it whispered before—in boardrooms, in dark corners of the city, in the trembling breaths of people who knew better than to say it aloud. Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride.

“If I get to live a life like this, even if it’s just for a day, then I’ll die with no regrets at all.” Upon hearing that, Xyla could feel her lips curling upward as she broke into a bright smile. She did not interrupt them. She made her way to the elevator in silence, trying to keep a low profile. Upon reaching her office, the first thing Xyla did was pulling out her phone to take a look at today’s trending news. She found that the subject regarding the roses in Atlantis was on the top of the trending list in just a few hours. On the top of the trending list was #Roses Blooming For You#.

The complete shift in the atmosphere threw Ellaine off-guard. “Girl, you’re a smart one. You know what the Fates meant.” “But I don’t! And who ARE these Fates you’re talking about?” “Then ask your Aunt Caroline. Tell her these words ‘When buds are roses and seeds are green.’” “I don’t understand you!” "Belive me, I don't understand myself either. But the holy Fates wanted you to know that.