Every Rose Has A Thorn Guns And Roses Novels & Stories

Julian was limping slightly, his shoulder bound with a strip of silk torn from a library curtain, but his grip on his rifle was unshakable. "The helipad is beyond the stone labyrinth," Julian whispered, his breath visible in the freezing air. "He’ll have his elite guard there. The 'Thorn-Eaters.' They don't miss, Sloane." "Neither do I," she replied. The garden was a masterpiece of Gothic cruelty. Statues of weeping angels watched them from the mist, and the scent of damp earth was overwhelmed by the heavy, cloying fragrance of the Don’s prized black roses. Suddenly, a red laser dot danced across Julian’s chest.

Faced with Rosalie's threat of taking her own life, Theodore had no choice but to order his subordinates, "Put your guns down!" Everyone did as they were told, but no one dared to put their guard down. Vincent was a very dangerous man. "Rose, give me the gun. Don't fool around with it." Rosalie was very upset. Although Theodore had come to save her out of concern for her, he was completely not listening to her. He was stubborn, an arrogant know-it-all who was still thinking that she was fooling around. He wasn't putting himself in her shoes and considering the possibilities of what was happening.

A simple, brutal question that sliced through my composure like a razor. My gun, which had felt like a natural extension of my arm just moments before, now felt foreign, useless. I crumpled the note in my hand in a fit of rage, the paper tearing under the force of my grip. It was a classic taunt, a cruel game of cat and mouse where the cat was the one being led into a trap.

The flowers bloomed happily, in all shades of the fluorescent and pastel rainbow. The blood red rose that stood upward in front of the field beamed at me, with the rugged thorns clashing anything that would dare to put a finger on the stem. I was tempted by my own curiosity, my own feelings of danger for this single rose. The rose was me guarded and kept away. I bent down to study the marvelous waving rose in the wind. So happy she once was. So loved she is now. So surrounded by happy beings and she can't seem to forget about her past that darkens her every petal, she's dying inside.

She asked. “Mothe—“ “I said do you feel the same way?!” She raised her voice and April squirmed. At the silence, Rose got her answer and there was a scoff which made way out of her lips. “Such ungrateful bastards” She cussed. “If you feel that way then you are undeserving of my love. You shall die as well” Rose ordered that they be put to the ground next to Veronica and Sebastien but before Christina knocked her knees, she immediately pounced forward and this time, she had a gun in her hands.

And since it had been hot lately with the sun and all, she said that the blame could be passed down onto poor materials used during the building. That’s not the case now. Covering my nose, I feel my eyes watering from the strength of the gun powder smell. It was invading my senses, making it harder to breathe. I see Yohan from my side copying my movements, though his eyes weren’t watering as much as mine. “Thelma said it wouldn’t smell like this.” Yohan scoffs, “Well she was wrong, ain’t she?”

His brows were knitted in their usual anger but there was something else in his eyes. Regret? ‘Then why won’t you listen when I told you to leave me alone?!’ Tears were trying to squeeze out but I sniffed them back, gripping my hands till the nails pierced my skin. His gaze softened with worry. ‘They’re thugs, Rose. Real thugs. Not models. I’ve seen them in action many times. Knives, guns, they’ll use any forms of human weapons to get the job done. They’re no joke.’ He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me closer. ‘How can I leave you alone?’

How could a beast like me deserve such an angelic beauty with a heart of gold and the untameable spirit of a lioness. "God, please protect them," I prayed under my breath as I added another layer of weapons. We are sitting on the empty back of a large unmarked van. 8 deadly assassins in a container full of weapons. If the cops were to pull us over, we'd go to prison for several weapons violations. They'll never pull us over, however, because everyone fears that symbol of the rose painted on the side. Nobody messes with the Westside Thorns and lives to tell the tale.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

"What the fuck is that? We have a long series of arguments and bullshit and you only give us one heck of a cryptic message? We don't need some riddles and cryptic messages and bullshits from you goddamn fairy fuckers! We want a real location for fucks sake!" Rose screeched as she pulled the trigger of her gun and another gunshot echoed through the room.