Every Rose Has A Thorn Guns And Roses Novels & Stories

she said and held the gun on the woman's temple. "Don't do this. I can't say it, it'll destroy everything. I am trying to put the past behind," Richard pleaded. "Well, you can't! I won't let you!" Rose screamed. She raised the gun and fired on the roof. The gunshot echoed deafeningly and my ears rang from the noise. "STOP!" Richard yelled. "Next time it's going to be her head. Then when your two little boys arrive from school, I'll put bullets through them too. I'll kill all of you!" Rose screamed.

My eyes meet her in an instant, hypnotising me. We both turn to look at the door, seeing that two men are pointing their guns at us as they start to run; making both Rose and I, turn around and quickly run down the other way. I have her running in front of me, wanting to make sure that if one of us ends up stuck here; it's going to be me. Not her. Shots fired. Raising our heart rates but we don't stop running. She glances back at the figures behind us; until we realise that we're actually running into the woods, not wanting to stop even if we might end up lost. Then again, I've been here before—years back.

A sweet sonorous female voice boomed from the other end. "Hello, my name's Vanessa Campbell, I've been kidnapped by some armed men...they are threatening to kill me..." "Wait! You're Vanessa Campbell, your mother is Bridget Freeman ,she owns..." The door finally gave away under the much kicking and pounding. A thin scream of terror left my lips as a gun was pointed at me. No, not one gun. Several guns were pointed at me. And Tiger was not looking too happy either. "Give me the phone!" He barked furiously. My heart dropped to my stomach when I hear the clicking sound of the gun being cocked.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

I sighed, putting on the safety of the weapon and tucking it into my waistband. "Let's go boys, the fun is over" I ordered and turned to leave with my men sauntering behind me. ROSELLE'S POV. I heard the pistol go off twice before feeling the bullets pierce my body. Everything came to a stop as I fell hard to the ground. I laid still, feeling the rain drops beat down harshly on my body and listening to the sound of retracting footsteps. I could feel my life crawling gradually out of my body and to be honest, being shot in the stomach and left to bleed out on a cold wet pavement in a dark alley, was certainly not one of the ways I wanted to die.

A single love story has more enemies than lovers themselves, like a single rose has more thorns than rose itself, All Hearts !

Emma pouted. I stood up taking a closer look at the red roses. They looked deadly. Thorns at the ready to shred any unlucky creature that had the courtesy to fall victim. Deadly yet beautiful. Somehow, even with all the rough jagged edges of the thorns the rose still accepted it as part of itself. “Lovely aren't they?” Eric purred chillingly. I jumped seeing him peer over my shoulder. “Yes. They really are something.” I answered calmly. Fear was starting to set in though. He captured full packs overnight. Not even giving them the chance to wonder what had hit them.

"I wish I put that bullet through his fucking skull myself!" I inhaled shakily, reminding myself that getting angry in such a situation would only get me killed. The driver and the rest of the men in the car seemed to find my brother's death to be just as funny. Like he was nothing... no one deserves to die in such a manner, not even these tobacco-infused bastards! "You know what this means?" He dug the gun deeper into the side of my face, so deep I knew it would bruise afterward. "It means The Black Rose are no longer invisible!"

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."