Novel & Cerita Gun And Roses This I Love

She instantly close the door and left me broken. I hold the roses tightly and whisper, "I promise my love. You'll be mine and not gonna let him steal you from me... Never..."

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.

Dante smiled, almost bursting into laughter. "I'm sorry." He whispered back. Seb pecked Dante on his lips. He gave him a other peck on his cheek before he pulled him into a hug. Dante held Seb tightly like his source of life. Right there, Dante realized that he has fallen in love with someone he vowed not to fall in love with.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

Moreover who listens to best friend until and unless some problem arises. Putting a full stop to my thinking, I went inside the washroom, washed up and did my morning routine.... I didn't put any makeup for obvious reasons, as i have surgeries to do and just went with a light cream and a lipstick of light pink shade.... It's actually one of my favourites... Although pink is not the colour I prefer as I am not a pink person... Well, I am black person... Let's leave as soon as possible otherwise I would be late... I went out not before locking my house and tried to look for a cab or rickshaw...

I stopped myself from going too far and quickly stuttered, “Can we just… get the certificates already?” He flashed me a casual smile, and I turned crimson all over again. I looked away before he could notice, my heart hammering in my chest. I began to wonder if I was the only one who still remembered that night. He didn’t mention It. His eyes were unreadable—calm, cold, and utterly impossible to read. I stepped forward, signed my name on the small red certificate, and swore my vows. Just like that, I became a married woman. Mrs. Rodriguez.

He was marrying the woman he loved. The mob boss handed his daughter over to Curtis. The priest’s voice echoed through the hall, followed by the solemn vows exchanged by the couple. “...to have and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health...” Bang! A gunshot shattered the sanctity of the moment. Curtis had thought this was the happiest day of his life—until he saw the woman he loved pull out a gun and aim it at his father. He was too stunned to react. Then, as pain pierced his chest, he realized he had been shot by the Russian mob boss. At the same time, his father collapsed, killed by the woman he adored.

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—"