Books About Guns And Roses นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But it didn’t break. I wanted to shoot at the lock over and over till it broke and forced open. But I managed to restrain myself. Rose said the gun was loaded, but didn’t tell me with how many bullets. And I didn’t have the time to start checking. I didn’t want to waste the bullets because I was planning on filling her head with as many bullets as there were in the gun until the hole in there was as wide as her misery.

Two suitcases were already neatly arranged. The last remained, containing Theo's clothes, after the first suitcase was filled with lingeri and the second, medium-sized, was neatly organized with the man's 'personal' interests - some in the form of firearms, the rest small, expensive-looking tools. However, Rose had no idea what they were and how they were used. She didn't try to find out. Didn't want to fill her head with things she couldn't possibly know. Theo was used to holding such weapons, what else did Rose need to ask, other than the fact that could not be denied. Theo was dangerous. And it was true.

There’s something about gunmetal that smells like fear. Not because it’s cold or sharp, but because it holds a story in its weight—of what it’s done, and what it could still do. That’s what I was thinking when Natalia tossed a Glock into my palm like it was nothing more than a hairbrush. “You need to stop flinching,” she said, arms crossed, one brow raised. “Guns are not snakes. They don’t bite unless you make them.”

I stood there, frozen in disbelief. The bookcase swung open, revealing... weapons. Guns. So many guns. My mouth fell open, my eyes wide in shock. Rose: "Holy mother... of god. Are you... spies?" They burst out laughing at the expression on my face. But this? This was no laughing matter. What I was seeing—this wasn’t some game. This was deadly serious. A world I wasn’t prepared to revisit.

“Because I’m not that girl anymore.” “No, you’re definitely not that girl anymore. You’re gorgeous when you’re angry, by the way.” She didn’t move, just kept her aim trained at his heart. “Get out of here before I have you arrested.” “And then have all of your brother’s secrets revealed? I doubt it.” He pushed the gun down, shaking his head. Rose wanted to shoot him straight through the heart. Her finger ached to pull the trigger, to the point that her eyes watered. It could all be over in one instant.

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER SEVEN MARIA PAUL'S POV ********************************* I got home after a long day sorting books, amongst others. The bookshop needed some cleaning and i was ready to the task. I stared at the envelope given to me by miss debbie and to be honest am between crossroads. I dont know what to do or to say, am scared of attending public events but should i let peter control how i function forever? A tear slipped from my eye, my life has been tiring and most times i think of ending it all. But i can't be that selfish, how would my parents heal from the indelible wound i might have caused in their poor weary hearts.

She saw her life flash before her eyes as she trembled with fear. "Mr Hendricks, do you mind showing us where the money is now?" The armed man with Rose asked. "Now is not the time to be stubborn. If you care about your little girlfriend and you don't want me blowing her brains with my gun and throw her down the stairs." He pointed the gun at Roman briefly and shot the flower vase right behind him then returned the gun with it's muzzle pressed against Rose's temple.

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

Rose spoke up, her voice sharp and defiant despite the situation, "put the gun down and walk away. This isn't going to end well for you." The man's eyes flickered with annoyance. "Shut up." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a second magazine, clearly ready to escalate things further. Anna could see Rose's knuckles whitening as she balled her fists. Despite the danger, there was a glimmer of defiance in Rose's stance that Anna couldn't help but admire. Rose took a small step forward. "Listen, tough guy—" Before she could finish, the man raised the gun directly at her. "Move again, and I'll make you regret it."

Two of them pull knives from their back and the runt pulls a gun. Ranger and Ryder follow suit and shift, their identical grey wolves each lunging for one of Antonellia’s men. The last one tries to get past me and the only reason he would do that is if he was after Rose. What’s worse is that he is the one with the gun. I can survive a bullet, but Rose, I can’t bear the thought of anything hurting her. There is a loud bang so close to my ear it stuns my wolf for a moment, which gives the arsehole a chance to pull his leg from my wolfs mouth and start hobbling down the beach.