Yulia Rose Novels & Stories

STARTING FROM CHRIS HUNTER, RAYN STONE, AXEL LOCKWOOD AND THEN ROSALIYA STAVROS. ______________________________________ Rosaliya: I am Rosaliya, Rose for short with my hazel eyes and dark brown hair. I'm currently 22 year's old looking for a job ,I have completed my bussiness studies and lookin for a job. So coming back to the point my current situation is a total mess cause I shifted to new york last week. Now i have to arrange my house over the weekend even look for a job and my besties are nowhere to be seen .

quipped Miss Kitty smiling a bit skeptically. “Gosh... I’ve really and really come out, Miss Kitty... I don’t oppose Mr. Virando’s and my daughter Sumico’s love, affection, and togetherness anymore, do I? At least, I nearly did the biggest and the most foolish blunder of mine because I merely thought and considered from my daughter’s safe side, not from any kinds of things related with background position or social status,” quipped Mrs. Yulia so long and completely almost without any full-stops and commas.

“But this doesn’t mean I’m done with her. She’s still my daughter.” Julian’s expression softened, though his eyes remained sharp. “You’ve done enough damage. She deserves better, and I’ll make sure she gets it.” Turning away from William, Julian strode toward the staircase. “Rose!” he called. Moments later, Rose appeared at the top of the stairs, her delicate features carefully neutral. Her bruises were barely concealed beneath her makeup, and her fragile frame made her look even smaller beside Julian’s commanding presence. “Uncle Julian,” she said softly, descending the staircase.

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.

Three years later ___________ REX AND REYNA • • • 'IMPACT' Top 10 Under 30 Most Influential Women of the Year - ROSALIA KNIGHT Rose admired her picture on the glossy magazine cover, her fingers grazing over the newly launched diamond label she had worked tirelessly to establish. The name "Rosalia Knight", printed in bold, elegant letters under the headline, brought a satisfied smile to her lips.

Yulia has been in that position until she fell in love with Stalin she had no liberty to move around. “Okay…I should call my designer over then.” She sputters and saunters away, though she carried Dasha with her. I focus on my drink again, sipping without a care. However, the buzzing of my cell makes me halt my thoughts. I reach for it and navigate through it to see what message that is. “An email.” I bite out, sparing Stalin a glance. My fingers work on the screen and then I tap into the message. A video props up.

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t care, adrenaline kept me moving faster, my heart hammering in my chest. Yoooo… you’re probably wondering who this bitch is. “Yeah, that’s me. Rose David.” But… no. That’s not really me. I’m Blaire. Rose is just a weak-ass body I’m borrowing, face and all. But we’re nothing alike totally, completely different, i don’t get caught like that, I don’t get pushed around, I don’t let anyone touch me unless I want them to. “And yeah… this is how it all started with that bitch,Rose”

Maebh rolled her eyes before replying, “The girl herself: Isla. She knew I had minions who had been eyeing the flower for so long so she decided to take down the whole apartment all by herself so that no one would find that flower of hers.” “Yet, here it is. In our own hands,” Ludwig said as he took it from Maebh’s grip and hoisted the withered blood rose into the air. “Long live the blood rose,” was all Maebh managed to say as she took one last sip of that secret red wine that was actually a blood from one of her victims.

“Is this yours?" The immediate answer came out her mouth when she saw it, "No, why—" She froze, and Chris looked at her, the concern brewing in his eyes. But she couldn’t help but to stare at the gift, knowing exactly what it was. A Resin Rose, wrapped with thorns of grief; exactly like the picture. The moon so delicate, handmade and one of a kind. "Claec…" Her hand cupped the gift, pulling it away from him. Chris stared at her in confusion, his hands feeling empty, "who's that?"

] [Lydia wears a poker face all the time. [Is this the 3.0 version of her face? Is it finally stable? Don't be surprised if she changes it again after two years!] The fans from both sides were arguing fiercely, and Allen's fans jumped in, too. [Lydia is amazing. Rosie should just leave the entertainment industry!] [How many syringes of hyaluronic acid did she get last night? Her face is as dark as it can get now. No amount of whitening serum will help!]