Gun And Roses This I Love Novels & Stories

"Rose," Justin suddenly said, raising the gun to his head. "We haven't known each other for long. I'm not a good person, and I deserve to die. Don't be too sad when I'm gone." "Justin, what are you doing?" Rosalie shouted. "No! I forbid it!" "Rose, remember, I made this choice. I want you to live. Goodbye." Justin's eyes were filled with tears as he gazed at the woman he loved. The hand he was using to hold the gun was trembling.

Then we both leave the hospital and get into the car. After a 10-minute drive, I saw a flower shop. My love. I am coming with roses. I press the brake and park the car on the side of the road. "Why did you park here ?" Iqra asked. "I want to take roses for my love. Let's go." I told her. She smiles. We both got out of the car. We cross the road. I take 100 red roses for my love. Then I take a bunch of yellow tulips and give them to Iqra with two hands.

If he wanted he could have left her there to die but he did not. When he got shot she felt like someone pulled her heart out from her body. And shot it. In that moment when everything was going against them and top of it his 3 days absence from her life has made her realize that she loves him. Her little crush has developed in to something else. Something more prominent, something more strong, something that Everyone calls Love. Love is a venom she had read somewhere and today she understands why it is called venom. But there should be a correction that one sided love is venom. She thought and smiled sarcastically

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER FIVE MARIA PAUL'S POV ....................................................................... "Thank you, Susan, for doing this. Perhaps I did need a friend." I said as we stopped at her house which was only a stone throws away from mine. "It's nothing, in all honesty, I have no friends so I was a bit desperate." She admitted shyly. "I don't believe you, look at you! You're gorgeous and funny, who wouldn't want to be your friend." She blushed at my compliment, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

He left the store with a large bouquet of red Rose's. It was twenty dollars but he believed that it was worth the money and the trouble. He picked them put carefully and made sure that none of them had begun to wilt. He let the florist put a large red bow on them and he left the store with his briefcase in one hand a large bouquet in the other. Seven made his way home, the breeze nipped at his ears and It was a little chilli but, he could handle the temperature. He hurried home and opened the door with his key.

We break away, and I gaze into those gorgeous blue eyes that burn only for me. “I love you, Milena La Croix, with everything I am.” I smile as I hold my hand out and feel Xander place the gun in my hand, still smiling at Zion before I look upwards. A little something I planned. One shot. One chance to get this right. The crowd quietens as I find my target up in the night sky and pull the trigger. One single bullet that hits its target dead on, and then the sky is alight with the glowing explosions that follow, creating the words ‘I LOVE YOU, ZION KING’ in the air before they begin to fade away.

Such an inspiration, she is. I quickly showered and wore a simple dress to start the day. . . . "My legs are killing me. Remind me never to go shopping with you, Ann", I groaned, as we entered the cafe BlossomBee. It was a homely place with a bunch of dandelions on each table. A delicious scent of coffee and muffins lingered in the air instantly making me relaxed. We ordered cinnamon rolls, pancakes, and blueberry muffins for brunch. The ambiance helped me become more cheery from a semi-querulous phase.

Rose shrugged and took some steps forward. "Wait..." Jeff called, as he stroked his full beard. Rose halted and turned around. "Are you sure you can do this?" He asked. Rose threw her hands in the air and shot him a derisive gaze. "What?! I was born for this." she rolled her eyes. "In fact—you know what? Give me your gun." she moved closer, gesturing him to take off the gun he had strapped at his back and give it to her. "What?!" he raised his brows, confused.