80's Axl Rose Novels & Stories

She was confused because Theo Valencia did indeed have a name for himself in the industry and the articles upon articles she had read convinced her otherwise of what Krister had just said. “In business aspects, sure. But you know, being casual with people or just people overall, he’s dumb with that kind of thing.” he said before standing up. “Let’s get you ready. Sei was never late to any of her appointments and meetings.” Rojean took off her ring which Krister specifically said only when they were around people underground and she could put it back on when she was off work. “Too bad, you seem nice. You and Sei would have made the perfect couple. You’ve already memorised everything about her

] The photo was of Axel's bare back. The "A" that used to be tattooed on his left shoulder blade was now completely covered by a massive black rose. The rose looked so real, like it was mocking me. I deleted the photo, but I couldn't stop the tears. It started to rain outside. I dragged my exhausted body out of the clinic. The cold wind bit at my face. The ten-million-dollar check felt heavy in my hand. Severance pay. For five years of my life. Just then, my phone rang again.

… When the delivery person brought the flowers, they shouted, "I'm here for Alice! Your roses are here!" Alice raised her head high and jogged toward the delivery person. "That's me!" She took the large bouquet of roses from the delivery person and sniffed at it deeply to show off. "It smells so nice." Her coworkers gathered around. "Who sent them?" "My good friend, Aralyn!" Joanna also saw the flowers in Alice's hands—they were much larger and obviously much more expensive than hers. She grumbled, "It's not even from a man. Why are you so proud of it?"

“Says the guy who has his girl’s name tattooed across his heart.” “Hey!” Theo points toward Brock. “I’m not the only one, have you seen Brock’s tat on his ribs lately?” Jax’s eyes fly wide as his head snaps toward Brock. “You didn’t…” Brock leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn right I did.” He grabs for the hem of his shirt, yanking it up to reveal a tattoo inked on his side. It’s a detailed piece with a forest treeline and a wolf howling to the moon, and sure as shit, running through the middle of it is his mate’s name: Astrid. The forest design and the letter A look a little faded, but the rest of Astrid’s name is a shade darker, like it’s a fresh addition.

She couldn't give any reason. Axel cleared his throat and still showed his arrogant attitude. But secretly, Axel handed Blair a bouquet of red roses from behind his back. "Here, take it!" Blair needed clarification to see the bouquet of roses. She accepted it even though she was hesitant. "Present for you!" Axel said nonchalantly. Then he turned his face away to hide his embarrassment. Blair smiled broadly and kissed the roses, and hugged her tightly. That night, they sat on the verandah enjoying hot chocolate. They both talked about many things.

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.

rose said, looking back at her, leaving her here would cause more suspense, she doesn’t deserve that “ follow me” The elevator ride was just one hell of a place, as Axel kept on ranting endlessly, he had been so angry earlier, he should be halfway to the hospital, not stuck here with me . We go down quite slow, then he pulls rose by the palm, “ come, join me, we are heading to the hospital now” opening the passenger door to his car, he gestured for her to enter, i had invited he, no him, if he wanted her to be his little escort he would have done the honor of asking instead.

Her feet moved slowly, along the pathways lined with flowers. “Axel…” she whispered, her voice trembling. She couldn’t believe the sight before her, it felt like a dream, like a Barbie movie. From behind the truck, Axel appeared, dressed in a black shirt and pants, his blue eyes fixed entirely on her. He held a single red rose between his fingers, but the way he looked at her made every other flower around seem insignificant. When he got to her front, he flashed her a charming smile and handed the rose to her.

I quickly grabbed it, opened it, and looked at it's contents. The first thing I saw was a picture of Alex and her ex, Mason. It looked like they were dressed for graduation. She had the most beautiful smile on her face, with a blood red dress on. She had her arm around Mason, but his eyes were focused on something other than the camera. I felt my blood start to boil remembering what he had done to her. There was alot of things in there. More photos, small gifts, etc. I started putting everything back when a small cumpled up note fell to the ground. I placed everything into the dresser, and read the note.

Smiling at his own joke, Axel pushed the door open and stepped into the perfumed darkness of room 808. Axel stopped in front of door 808, adjusting his tie. Although he was a playboy, he had his principles: he didn't believe in marriage, it's true, but he only engaged in consensual and “serious” relationships (in his own way). He was there solely out of scientific curiosity. Click. Beep. The electronic lock gave way. Axel pushed the door open. The intense scent of roses hit him first. Upon entering, his eyes were immediately drawn to the centerpiece: a king-size bed covered in a sea of red rose petals. In the center of this unholy altar was a woman.