Every Rose Has A Thorn Guns And Roses Novels & Stories

The guard looked at the other waiting for approval until a voice boomed out. “Do not let her in. She’s wearing the royal uniform of the Castle from Caldorus.” My eyes widened in surprise. So they were not the idiots I hoped for them to be. Alright. So I knew they were going to attack me and so, I knew it was time for me to put my fighting skills to the test. I went closer to the first one and grabbed his gun right out of his hands. I knew he was not expecting that and so, I took advantage of that.

Everything she'd sacrificed for. If he talked, it was over. If he lived, she was finished. Rose reached into her bag, her fingers wrapping around the cold metal of the gun she'd bought from one of Anton Bessonov's men. She'd never fired it. Had never planned to. It was just insurance, protection against the rough types she had to deal with for their plan. Now it was her only option. The weight of the weapon felt strange in her hand as she pulled it from her bag. She'd watched enough movies to know how to hold it, how to aim. But the reality of it, the solid heaviness of death in her palm, made her stomach turn.

Mafia men and their massive egos. “You think I can’t?” He spat, standing up and walking closer to me. As soon as he was within arms reach, I turned off the light, grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist. I heard the gun drop to the ground. I located it with my foot and pushed it backwards. I twisted his entire arm to his back and kicked him. As soon as I heard the loud thud, I turned the lights back on, brighter ones this time and saw the man groaning in pain on the ground. Bending down to pick the gun, I checked for bullets and sure enough, it was loaded. “Thanks for the gift.” I say, waving the gun at him before stuffing it in my purse.

The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse. “C-Celine—” Adrian stammered, shoving Marielle off as though it made a difference. “How long?” My voice was a whisper, fragile and sharp all at once. “Wait, let me explain,” he begged, his hand reaching toward me. Marielle smirked faintly, her dress slipping from her shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t marry a man you can’t keep, sister.” The words sliced deeper than any blade. I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “Explain? No. You already have.” My trembling fingers tugged off the engagement ring. The diamond that once blinded me now mocked me

“You bring me what you find. Discreetly. And in return… I offer you truths. About the attempt on your life. About the undercurrents in this castle that threaten far more than just your engagement.” The offer hung between them, heavy with risk and potential. Trusting a shadow was insanity. But refusing meant facing the labyrinth of Blackwood Castle blind, with assassins potentially at her back and her own brother pulling her strings towards ruin. Lysander represented an unknown variable, a wild card. But in a game rigged against her, a wild card might be her only chance. “How?” Vivian asked, her voice barely audible. “How do I contact you?” A small, dark object flew through the air. Vivian fl

The scent of roses clung to the air, thick and sweet, but there was nothing gentle in the garden where Serenya had been cast. The blossoms were not flowers at all—at least not natural ones. Their crimson petals shone faintly under moonlight, shimmering with a sheen like wet blood. Their thorns were long, curved like hooks, and when she reached too close to push aside a vine, it snapped forward, drawing a line of red across her wrist.

"I was born ready for death. I had my resurrection in death, and to death, I shall return. Isn't that poetic?" “You’re sick.” “I think we’ve already established that.” "Let me finish him off." Hades digs the gun's muzzle into my temple, causing my head to tilt back. I don't stare at him—he's not essential. My gaze stays locked on Rose's, caught by how her eyes darker than lighten, flitting around as if she's unsure whether to take the gun from Hadesimir and shoot me or if it'll be better if she kills me with her bare hands.

“That’s a big job you got there. You’re taking care of the garden, huh?” Rose nods hard, curls bouncing. “Mommy say plants drink water.” “They do,” I agree, brushing a stray lock of hair that escaped from her piggies away from her forehead. “But you gotta watch out for these.” I point to the thorns, hidden beneath the leaves. “These are thorns if you’re not careful they can prick you.” Rose looks up at me, wide-eyed. “Prick?” I nod, tapping one of the thorny stems lightly. “See these? They’re sharp. You have to be gentle.”

“Hah!, stop spewing nonsense, he hasn’t found out about so many things that he should have known already, why would he find out about this.. Relax, I will handle everything,” A vicious smile splayed across those lips painted in deep red When you plant cactus, the thorns are an inevitable part of it, Even a rose isn't spared from the prick of a thorn.. All Hearts!!

Rose took the gun and fired a shot into the coconut grove, causing a coconut to quickly fall to the ground. "Excellent!" Camellia exclaimed, impressed by Rose's marksmanship. "American Death Gun, hm? Quite a good weapon. Weren't there supposed to be only ten of these types of firearms?" Rose sneered, storing the gun away. She looked at Camellia seriously and asked, "Are you interested in Herman?" "No, do I look like I am?" Camellia replied, not caring that her face was very pale. She struck a seductive pose, trying to divert attention.