80's Axl Rose Novels & Stories

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.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

I don't know him and I didn't ask for his help in the first place for him to get mad like this. I turned and was about to leave the tent when I heard a growl of beast. I stiffened. "Don't test my temper human. I have a high respect with Axel but I won't hesitate to use force on you. You two were not official yet so I don't care if you're his.." He cleared his throat. "His friend." Who's Axel? I've been hearing that name since I woke up and they were calling him Alpha. I stared at the shadows that was passing by the tent. Am I in a wolf territory?

He left the store with a large bouquet of red Rose's. It was twenty dollars but he believed that it was worth the money and the trouble. He picked them put carefully and made sure that none of them had begun to wilt. He let the florist put a large red bow on them and he left the store with his briefcase in one hand a large bouquet in the other. Seven made his way home, the breeze nipped at his ears and It was a little chilli but, he could handle the temperature. He hurried home and opened the door with his key.

He said I was like a rose in bud, and he wanted to be the Little Prince. I thought the perfect match for the Little Prince was a fox, so I didn't agree with his confessions. Until that spring, he bought that rose garden for me. He covered my eyes and made me stand at the top of the hill where the roses were in full bloom. I remembered the wind that day carried the scent of the flowers, and he held me in his arms, promising to give me a home. Once upon a time, I loved freedom so much, but his words made me fold my wings.

I whispered, surprised at how breathless I sounded. He really did. Axel wasn’t the type to dress up extravagantly…he wore a clean black button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms, dark trousers, and that small necklace he always touched when he was nervous. His hair looked neater than usual, like he’d actually tried. He shook his head lightly like he wasn’t going to let me argue, then revealed what he had behind his back. A single wildflower. Not a rose, not anything arranged… just something he must have picked himself from the forest edge. Soft, white petals. A tiny stem.

“If you’re here to cause trouble, I suggest you leave for wherever you crawled out from.” Axel’s attention shifted to her, and his smirk widened. “And who’s this? One of your new little friends, Octavia?” He looked Rose up and down, his gaze making my stomach churn. “She’s got quite the mouth on her, doesn’t she? Has she been teaching you how to talk back?” Rose glared at him, unbothered. “Yeah, I do, and I have more than that. And I’m not afraid to use it, especially on people like you.”

He stood and stretched his hand, the muscles in his arms bulged against the expensive fabric of his crisp white shirt, Rosa's eyes travelled down the length of his body, drinking in every inch of his tall, muscular frame, jax was a weasel by comparison. Axel strode around the desk and shut the door, he swung around to face rosa and held out his hand. “I take it you have what I asked for?” “Y-yes.” Rosa briefly closed her eyes, she hated her voice for betraying the fear and excitement that coursed throughout my body, with trembling fingers she passed the small sodden heap to him, axel opened them up and examined her panties closely before lifting them to his nose, his smile was all predator a

The plants were happy, well-tended and healthy, and I had to shield only a handful from sight so that I can close my eyes and focus my energy. I slowed to a snail's pace once we reached the rose garden, captivated by the variety, dozens of different shapes and sizes and colours, and the heady smells. My eyes narrowed as I watched Axel bend to pick something off the ground, but when he turned around and walked towards me, what was cupped in his hands was a single blossom, whole and healthy and vividly red. What was he doing? I thought to myself, throat going dry as he came to stand a few feet away.

“You okay, bro?” “Never better. Take a closer look at this rose. What do you see?” I asked him, waving the half-dead burnt flower in his face. “Just a burnt flower and an odd cousin. Are you sure you are, ok? You don’t seem so” He was being overly concerned. I walked around the table and ended up standing right in front of him. “Take a second look!” I insisted in an even more persuasive tone. “Okay, I’ll help you a little. This burnt flower, as you call it, is my next victim,” I explained as I lasciviously stroked the burnt velvet petals.