Gun And Roses This I Love Novels & Stories

Awkward enough, I could surprisingly hear his heartbeat, almost like I had plugged earphones playing his heart beating in my ears. Then he let out a sigh which led to an immediate decrease in his breathing and his heart rate. "She…" he began again. "S-she had always loved blood-red roses." He stretched his hand and offered me the roses. "I don't know what flowers you like… or if you like flowers at all, but these flowers were what came into my mind, as they represent love and friendship, just like the person who had once admired them."

Rose shrugged and took some steps forward. "Wait..." Jeff called, as he stroked his full beard. Rose halted and turned around. "Are you sure you can do this?" He asked. Rose threw her hands in the air and shot him a derisive gaze. "What?! I was born for this." she rolled her eyes. "In fact—you know what? Give me your gun." she moved closer, gesturing him to take off the gun he had strapped at his back and give it to her. "What?!" he raised his brows, confused.

It’s been two days since that day in my backyard. When Gunner didn’t show up when Noah got back from school, I assumed that maybe Calvin didn’t want anything to do with us. After all, he was really grumpy during our whole encounter. “Hi” shock was clearly in my voice and I couldn’t hide it. “Hi Miss Ava” Gunner tells me sweetly with a smile. “These are for you” It’s then that I notice he has a bouquet of flowers. Pink roses to be exact. He hands them to me and I take them gratefully.

I murmur She rolls her eyes "I will never want you." I smirk "Good thing I said love not want. We both know you already want me." "I- I don't" she lies "You're a horrible person." Oh, sweetheart people fall in love with horrible people every day. I stand up, with the gun still in my hand and I walk closer to her, As expected she takes a few steps back "Is that why you touch yourself at night to the thought of me?" I whisper

She didn’t need to guess who sent it. Excitement swelled in her chest. She slid into the car, picked up the bouquet, and read the small card tucked inside. “Meet me at the VIP’s elevator.” That was it. No “sweetheart,” no “love, Dixal.” She pouted slightly. That man could never bring himself to write anything tender. Then again, knowing Dixal—he was always more expressive in person than in letters. A soft smile curved her lips as she inhaled the fresh scent of the roses. They were newly picked. Yellow Valentine roses—her favorite. He remembered.

They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore. Facing 50 acres of land, Jeffrey finally realized that I, like these departed roses, would not return. The roses had been given to another woman by him casually, and its owner would not return because of himself. I would no longer plant flowers for him. He would never see me holding roses and asking him, "The roses are ripe. When are we going to get married?" He realized that roses had feelings too. I was willing to be trapped in a greenhouse by him because of my love for him.

Surrounding it was a ring of tiny diamonds of the same high quality. It was simply stunning. This was something I had made myself. The pink diamond had been a gift from Benjamin—a token of his love—when we'd first gotten together. That day, when he confessed to me, he'd said, "My love for you is like this diamond—flawless, pure, unique, and irreplaceable." I was elated, and I smiled coyly. "You promised it's one of a kind. So, now that you've given it to me, you can't give one to anyone else."

He seems to enjoy this rose-thingy. "Nueve rosas simbolizan mi amor eterno (Nine roses symbolize my eternal love.)" He paused for a while after giving her a total of nine roses. She is looking at him as if she is asking if there is nothing more. "Diez Rosas porque eres perfecta a mis ojos (Ten roses because you're perfect in my eyes.)" He brushed his lips onto hers. They are almost doing a passionate kiss if only the la sirvienta did not knock at their door.

“All right. I won’t tell him yet.’ Rome exhaled loudly and then wrapped his arms around her. “I love you, Ella. When I said it last night, I meant it. Even if it seems impossibly fast. I love you so much. The moment I spoke to you on the phone, I knew you were different. I knew you were special. That you were the one for me.” Resting her head on his chest, she took a deep breath, inhaling sandalwood and pine, mingled with a masculine scent that was purely him. In a breathy whisper, she said, “I love you, too, Rome. More than anything.”

"When school is over for the day, I will stand at the school gate again, so that she will say goodbye, to which I will wave. This was how it was for the both of us for one good year. The next year, I will be graduating from high school but I told myself I must win her heart, so I started putting flowers in her locker. The first day I put nine red roses but I happened to hear from her that her preference is white, so since then, it became nine white roses with a note. I never send her ten roses and I never send her one hundred roses, that is because, I believed it will only be an even number with me around and since I know that won't be possible soon, I always send her a note, handwritten by