Novel & Cerita Gun And Roses This I Love

I have already fallen in love with you, my wild rose, and will not stop searching, nor will I taste another fruit until I have found you and can make you mine. The Rose of Your Heart, Kelly

I can't. Just like that, I lean in to fully meet her lips but from the kiss, it's far from love. Too far. Love can only be explained and showed with Rose—while I express hatred and disgust with this bitch. I'm only using her for my own satisfaction; she gave me the rights.

Wyatts' pov: "I want you to come back with me... Come back... Please?" My heart was beating a million miles a minute. I couldn't bare to be rejected by my mate. She looked into my eyes and smiled. "Yes, Wyatt. I would love that." Her voice was so beautiful. I couldn't help myself, I scooped her up into my arms and hopped off the bed, spinning her around. She started giggling and Goddess, I could never get tired of hearing that.

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.

I will always love you* *You don’t get it* *What don’t I get?* *I love you* *I know brother I love you too* *No, I’m in love with you idiot* He is in love with me. Is that what he said? *You’re what?* *Gunner… I think I’m gay* *Oh*

Since then, Theo and I have had numerous arguments. There was a time I wandered into the garden and was captivated by the roses, heavy with blooms. Red roses are my weakness, and they were so vibrant and full that I couldn't resist picking a few. It was too late when the gardener stopped me, warning that I'd be in trouble because those roses were off-limits. He told me they had belonged to Theo’s late mother, planted in her memory, and he had forbidden anyone from picking them.

'Roses are so typical. He pressed his lips together and remarked, "Get me one stem of every flower here, except roses." Jaylene was surprised. Then, she heard Keegan continue, "I find roses a bit overdone." Feeling somewhat uneasy, Jaylene murmured softly, "But roses usually symbolize love." Keegan paused, then added, "I'll take two roses as well." Jaylene's heart fluttered. She hadn't anticipated Keegan would heed her comment and purchase two additional roses simply because she mentioned their association with love.

I sighed, putting on the safety of the weapon and tucking it into my waistband. "Let's go boys, the fun is over" I ordered and turned to leave with my men sauntering behind me. ROSELLE'S POV. I heard the pistol go off twice before feeling the bullets pierce my body. Everything came to a stop as I fell hard to the ground. I laid still, feeling the rain drops beat down harshly on my body and listening to the sound of retracting footsteps. I could feel my life crawling gradually out of my body and to be honest, being shot in the stomach and left to bleed out on a cold wet pavement in a dark alley, was certainly not one of the ways I wanted to die.

“Is this yours?" The immediate answer came out her mouth when she saw it, "No, why—" She froze, and Chris looked at her, the concern brewing in his eyes. But she couldn’t help but to stare at the gift, knowing exactly what it was. A Resin Rose, wrapped with thorns of grief; exactly like the picture. The moon so delicate, handmade and one of a kind. "Claec…" Her hand cupped the gift, pulling it away from him. Chris stared at her in confusion, his hands feeling empty, "who's that?"

The night breeze lifted his hair, softening his sharp features. He knelt in front of my tombstone, fingertips brushing its cold surface, eyes full of longing. "Wendy. Rose." He said my name so gently. I hadn't heard him speak like that in a long, long time. He leaned down and kissed the photo etched on my stone. "You've waited long enough, haven't you?" he murmured. "I'm coming to join you." A gentle smile curved his lips. Then, without hesitation, he drove the blade into his chest.