Gun And Roses This I Love Novels & Stories

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.

'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 hate early morning alarms! Especially the 5 O'clock ones I set for myself so I can wake up on time for school. They always ring every time I'm just getting very snuggly under my bedcovers and enjoying the second round of tranquil sleep. It doesn't help that I always read a book when I'm supposed to be in bed. Yeah, I'm a nerd and I know it. I bet you are too, ha ha.

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.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."