Novel & Cerita Gun And Roses This I Love

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.

My beautiful, unique rose. - - - - - -

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.

yeah, I didn’t even need to finish that thought before I began walking. As I passed by the field, my hand flew to the rose that still rested on my chest, and I peeled it off, letting it drop to the dirt floor. All the talk about wanting to be loved was garbage. I didn’t need anyone's validation or acceptance at this point. I was past that. I only chose the rose because of the thorns, and how its beauty was a perfect disguise for that dangerous part of it.

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?”

The bodyguard nodded stiffly and said, “These are from Mr. Robinson for Miss Taylor. The bouquet is fresh from Provence this morning. Ninety-nine roses represent eternal love and an unshakable bond. Mr. Robinson hopes she understands how much she means to him—” Where the hell did he even learn such cheesy lines? I was completely done. Three years, seriously? This is the guy Scarlett fell for? Forget how tacky the roses were—didn’t he know she’s literally allergic to pollen? And ninety-nine roses for “forever love”? Give me a break. “Hey, Mr. Bodyguard,” I snapped, “do me a favor and tell your boss—Mr. Robinson… our Miss Taylor doesn’t like flowers.” With that, I slammed the door shut.

Why didn't you come to save me? Considering himself the happiest, Jacob reaches a flower shop to buy the most beautiful flower bouquet to gift his most cherished future wife because tulips are her favorite and he already knows it. "It's our wedding day, My Rosa. I'm going to make you mine forever." As his phone rings all of a sudden from the caller ID, Ellie, he receives it. After what he learns from her, he crushes the bouquet using his feet. "How many times will you break my heart? You really hate me that much, My Rosa?" "I promise you will love me more than I love you. And exactly that day, I'll give you all the pain in return. Like you are using my love as a weapon against me, I'll use y