Gun And Roses This I Love Novels & Stories

My little warrior. I want to devour her. I want to protect her. I want both, and the contradictions make my blood sing. Her breath stirs against my throat, warm, fragile. I lower my head, whispering into her hair, words I would never dare let her hear awake: “You will never leave me, Rosalina. Not in this life, not in the next.” The city blurs past outside, but I don’t see Paris anymore. I see only her—her fingers tangled with mine, her heartbeat steady against me.

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

He has every right to be angry then I see him looking at my bump. He comes towards me slowly as if tiger is taunting it's hunt that there is no escape from him. He holds my gaze as he traps me between door and his magnificent form. The form which I missed alot at nights. The warmth that form used to gave me at cold night that I missed. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says as she looks at me with mixed emotion. Anger, hurt, guilt and most of all love.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

She walked to the side of her bed, opened a drawer in the nightstand, and took out something wrapped in thick white fabric. She brought it over to me and unwrapped it to reveal the gun I so desperately wanted. My eyes widened with amusement. It was beautiful. Extremely beautiful. The gun was all I could see and think of at that moment. “Let’s hope you finish her once and for all with this,” Rose said resolutely. I took out the gun and mused over it, already picturing myself firing one or two or three or four…no… five bullets right into her skull and see how she survives it. I breathed out in huge relief. I couldn’t ask for more. I couldn’t be happier.

"A bеаutіful Kеllу Grееn, I knоw hоw much you love thаt соlоr." But that is nоt thе wоrѕt раrt, Adаm. Rose hаd аnоthеr ѕmаll расkаgе fоr mе, a bag of rооt bееr barrel саndу." "Rоѕе loves rооt bееr Clаrеttе." "Whу wаѕ thаt bаd?"

I wake up from my reverie and open the basket, I have a guess from whom this present is, I find the ar and my doubt turns into certainty. With well written letters, is written: A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose… I could write this a hundred times, just like the poet Gertrude Stein did, but because I’m much more original I prefer to say it with no modesty and repeatedly: I love you I love you I love you I love you… Your Hunter. Ah! Big Guy, what I’ll do with you, eh???!!! Why do you always have to be so complicated, so jealous, so intense… and so hot?!

She asked. “Mothe—“ “I said do you feel the same way?!” She raised her voice and April squirmed. At the silence, Rose got her answer and there was a scoff which made way out of her lips. “Such ungrateful bastards” She cussed. “If you feel that way then you are undeserving of my love. You shall die as well” Rose ordered that they be put to the ground next to Veronica and Sebastien but before Christina knocked her knees, she immediately pounced forward and this time, she had a gun in her hands.

My voice is sharp, colder than before, as I point to the door. Vincent’s face contorts with anger and pain, his expression unravelling. Without warning, his hand shoots out, grabbing my arm and spinning me around. He slams me against the wall, the force of it making my breath hitch. His hot breath brushes against my ear as he leans in close. “I am not a fucking liar!” His voice shakes with desperation. “I love you, Rose. I worshipped the ground you walked on.”

She walks closer, ignoring the gun, ignoring the tension, and her hand reaches toward the bouquet like it belongs to her by default. “So you do still care about me,” she says with a small smile. “You know red roses are my favorite.” The words hit me like cold water. “Don’t touch those,” I say sharply. She freezes. “They aren’t for you.” Disbelief spreads across her face so slowly that I almost pity her. Her hand stays suspended in the air for a moment before dropping back to her side. “What… what do you mean they’re not for me?”