Every Rose Has A Thorn Guns And Roses Novels & Stories

He carried a large bouquet of roses and looked at me with a mix of regret and longing. "I was blind, Rosie. It felt like I was living in a dream before. Now that I've woken up, I realize I can't live without you." The set fell silent as everyone turned to watch. Allen had no shame declaring this in front of so many people. I felt thankful for having eaten lightly that morning; at least I had not thrown up yet. Allen continued his self-absorbed speech, "Can you give me another chance? Let's start over. We were engaged after all—"

" I asked again and he spit on my face pushing me to the last point of my patience. I noticed Daniel taking a step towards up, but I stopped him as I hit the man on his face with the but of the gun, and he fell straight to the ground. Blood ran out of his head and his nose. O pull him up by his nape as I insert the barrel of my gun in his mouth. Shoot! And all I could see was red. But it was calming in some way. I was shooting him, but all I could see was rosalina. Her bitter words for me and the disgust in her eyes for me. Shoot! And another last shoot!

I want to start afresh. I started knelt next to one of the rose, pulled my bag out and brought out the gardening tools my mother always forced us to keep in our rooms. Just in case we got the each to tend to her flowers. Like she wouldn't have grounded us for even sniffing one. I plucked one of the red roses, and watched them turn into the color black. The door opened again, even in the rain I could hear it. The girls filed out, Nona avoided me. She and her friends got into their cars and left.

Who wouldn’t freeze at the sight of long rifles pointing to their forehead? There were three men; well, she saw three at first, and then two more came out of the corner. Five men in black attire all armed with guns of different sizes, some had bandanas tied to their forehead; she didn’t need a seer to tell her that they were thugs. “Where is the old fool?” one of them asked in a hoarse voice, while smoking a wrap of something that definitely wasn't a cigarette. His eyes were covered with dark shades; who wears sunglasses at night?

" Luke was a whirlwind of emotion, spilling out words like a broken dam. Holly, on the other hand, might as well have been a statue. Eventually, she had had enough. She pulled out something that made Luke go silent. It was as if someone hit his mute button. It was a tiny camera. Luke had lost track of it after that day. He figured it was hidden in the bushes, gone for good. He never guessed it would end up in Holly's hands. Luke's face lost all color. Still, he tried to bluff. He spoke with a smile that did not reach his eyes, "W-what's that?" Holly's eyes were piercing as she watched Luke's pathetic show. "Cut the act, Luke. I didn't just find this gadget, I heard your little chit chat with

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

She stomped her feet like a child throwing a tantrum. “Everything”, Charles said coldly. “Kate will always be better than you” Rose's expression twisted into rage, her lips slowly curved into a wicked smile. “Then I’ll have to get rid of her, so no one is better than me”. Kate and Charles frowned. Rose revealed the gun she was holding behind her and pointed it at them. “Step aside, Charles”, she hissed, a craze look in her eyes. “I’ll be doing the world a favour by getting rid of her”

“Tell me, Alyssa… are you seducing me—” his finger brushed the stem of the black rose, “—or killing me?” Alyssa leaned in, her lips almost touching his ear. “Why not both?” The rose fell between them, petals soft—thorns sharp. And the war officially began.

She shows me her long, painted nails and I can’t help but smirk. “A rose...” I begin, taking one from the box. I made sure that the stems were not completely shaved off, retaining their original beauty, and I brush my thumb down the stem, letting one of the thorns cut into my thumb. “Is breathtakingly beautiful, regal… yet it protects itself with its thorns… but once you get past that exterior…”