Every Rose Has A Thorn Guns And Roses の小説・ストーリー

Andrius sighed, “I will apologize to Dominic later.” Rose showed the man a smile to assure him. “Don’t worry. I promise I will bring Anna back.” Rose then pick the same gun that she had been holding to since they escaped the forest. Although the vampires won’t attack her, she could use the gun to hunt in needed times. Cain also pulled out the two swords he had on his hips, flicking off the purple blood that dirtied the glimmering blade. “I’m sorry Cain that you have to come along,” Rose whispered. She was sure she won’t get harmed but that can’t be said the same to Cain.

Some things in life can’t be avoided no matter how much you run, they wait, like a storm that knows your name. When I pushed the door open, the first thing I saw was him. Thorne stood in the middle of the living room, still as a shadow carved into the wall. Reid was by his side, arms folded tight, his jaw locked. The moment Thorne’s eyes lifted to meet mine, the world seemed to stop breathing. He was holding a gun. Rosy gasped beside me, her fingers clenching mine tighter, but I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t. Not when he looked at me that way. Not when his face, once my refuge, once my undoing, had become something I could barely recognize.

The gun was her last desperate card, her only means to keep Michael safe, and she clung to it with a fervent desperation. Max, his eyes flickering between Rose and Sebastian, sensed the imminent danger. He moved swiftly, lunging towards Rose in a desperate attempt to disarm her. His hands closed around the gun, and in the struggle, a gunshot rang out, the deafening sound ricocheting through the warehouse.

There is surely something wrong with him, Dante thought. Reaching home, Sebastian immediately went to the shooting range. Unknown to him, Dante followed him silently. Sebastian picked up a AK pistol and aimed at the dummy. Dante covered his ear as Sebastian fired. The sound from the gun was so loud that Dante thought his ears would rip apart. He hid in a corner, crouching down as he covered his ears. His eyes were closed so he didn't notice Sebastian in front of him. Sebastian squatted in front of him. He held Dante's hand, causing him to flinch. "Sebastian."

I said, noticing the slight tightening of his shoulder muscles as his fingers found the hidden latch under the wood. ​"You don't have the nerve to shoot the father of your bride, boy, because you know she will look at your hands every night and see the man who murdered her family," he sneered, and he rapidly pulled his hand out with a short-barreled pistol aimed directly at my throat. ​I didn't give him the chance to clear the desk blotter and I fired two heavy rounds straight into the center of his chest, and the force of the bullets slammed his frail body back into the leather cushions while his gun clattered uselessly against the silver ice bucket.

two fugitives bound by a ring and a dead man’s blessing. As we scrambled through the backyard, the cream lace—my wedding dress—snagged on a jagged thicket of thorns. I didn't stop. I pulled with everything I had, the sound of the fabric ripping echoing like a scream in the quiet of the old man's backyard. A long, jagged strip stayed behind, dancing on the thorns like a ghost. I didn't know why, but the sound felt like an omen. The 'legal shield' hadn't even lasted an hour before it was torn to shreds." As we hit the main road, the briefcase felt like a lead weight between us. We weren't just running for our lives anymore. We were running with the only evidence that could take the enemies dow

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

I retrieve the gun and load it in the moments he scratches my leg to get relieved from its weight. I turn to little rose and gesture to her with my fingers to come forward. She runs to my side without hesitation and intertwines our arms together, not looking at the guy. “Look at him. He can’t hurt you now.” I whisper softly in her ears. She turns her head step by step in his direction and when their eyes make contact, his gaze fills with burning fury, but she doesn’t look away. A proud smirk overwhelms my expression. I flaunt the gun in the same way he did before and aim it at his friends.

In a matter of time, the people at the cafe broke into whispers and mumbling. "Oh my God!", Hannah whisper-yelled. " Aiden Walters is back!" I saw him exit Blossombee taking one last look at me. "Who is he?", I asked Hannah, digging into my pancakes again. She looked at me with a serious expression and spoke " He is bad news, Haven. Aiden Walters is a part of Chains and Smokes- one of the most dangerous gangs in this town. Nobody in this town dares to even cross paths with him. He has a temper and it got him into trouble so many times. He almost killed Ryder, a member of his rival group. Four months back, he fled somewhere for some unknown reason. Nobody knows where he went or why. Now that

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!