Gun And Roses This I Love Novels & Stories

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.

On seeing this rose, I just thought about my past. Time stopped. One day, David gave me a rose plant because he knew how much I loved roses. And then he said: "If I gave you a rose, then it would wither in just 2 or 3 days and I would never want that thing, which is the same as the name of my beautiful sister, to become rotten. That's why I brought the whole plant for you. And I know that you take good care of it. And will never let it wither."

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

"My car is outside. We leave now, or we die in this club." Sloane looked at the door, then back at the man who was supposed to be her target. She reached into her clutch and pulled out a single, preserved black rose. She dropped it on the chest of the man she had just killed. "The job is done," she whispered, her eyes locking onto Julian’s. "But the war is just beginning." He didn't wait. He grabbed her hand, their fingers interlocking—forged in the heat of the hunt—and pulled her into the rainy night.

I nodded. Rose covered her ears as we heard another gunshot making me drag the car into a forest road and turning it around to face their car, "Don't get out" I said staring at them and we wait, Till they get out. I wait till I see Coby's car slowly pull up away from us and he walks out. I grabbed the gun under my seat. "Get in the back Rose" I didn't hear anything and I look at her. Her eyes staring at my gun.

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."

FIVE YEARS AGO... In the sprawling estate of the Montague mansion, where ivy climbed the walls like whispers of forgotten secrets and the scent of roses lingered in the air like the promise of eternal love, Isabella Montague stood at the grand window of her boudoir with a porcelain cup cradled in her slender fingers. Bathed in the soft morning light, she exuded an air of serene elegance, her delicate features illuminated by the golden rays that filtered through the sheer curtains. Slowly, she sipped her morning coffee savoring it's taste while the rich aroma mingle with the sweet scent of freshly-cut flowers that adorned the room. Her gaze drifted wistfully over the manicured gardens below,

His arm goes around my shoulders and I lean into the warmth of him and we stand there while the city glitters outside. "You good?" he says, after a while. I look at the ring. At the black diamond rose. I think about Oslo and Singapore and a corridor with gunpowder in the air and a boy I lit a candle for in a church and a man who walked out a door into the dark and all the things I lost getting to this window, this room, this arm around my shoulders. "Yeah," I say. "Really good."

She looked at him and asked, “Why did you suddenly decide to plant a field of roses in the garden?” Blair held her hand and walked to the table. “Roses mean ‘I love you’. I wanted to give you a field of roses, where even if they whither, they will bloom fresh flowers again.” He lowered his head and kissed her hand, his voice low and husky. “They symbolize my love for you, unwavering until death.” Mable’s breath caught. Unwavering until death. What a heavy promise. His feelings for her were truly... Mable looked at Blair, her eyes slightly moist.

-You can tell me unless it's painful for you. -That's why I love you. -You love me, huh? -Do you have any doubts? - Leonel caressed her face; she smiled. -Why didn't you ever tell me? -she whimpered. -He took her left hand, palm facing up, his eyes met Joss's curiously, he passed his right hand from right to left and when he did the reverse, a red rose appeared there. Joss was stunned, Leonel took the rose and passed the petals of it on Joss's lips - I love you - he repeated and kissed her, wrapped her waist and glued her to his body and deepened the kiss while the smell of the rose embraced them in the air.