Gun And Roses This I Love Novels & Stories

Awkward enough, I could surprisingly hear his heartbeat, almost like I had plugged earphones playing his heart beating in my ears. Then he let out a sigh which led to an immediate decrease in his breathing and his heart rate. "She…" he began again. "S-she had always loved blood-red roses." He stretched his hand and offered me the roses. "I don't know what flowers you like… or if you like flowers at all, but these flowers were what came into my mind, as they represent love and friendship, just like the person who had once admired them."

“You are soft, Gio. This work doesn’t get done with tears or regrets, you should do well to remember that when you’re rotting in hell.” The ground under my feet shook and Emily looked around, snarling as she waved the gun around. “What the hell are you playing at?” “I called in the cavalry.” Rose laughed, and my heart swelled with so much love than I knew what to do with. Bullets flew everywhere but I kept my eyes on the woman I love, if this was my end, I wanted to etch her existence into my memory.

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.

I smile at him. “You’re welcome, Emmi, it was amazing to see how quickly you could have cut him.” He winks and steps behind me as we walk forward. Gunner and Bear stood there holding a rose each. Okay, so this rose thing, while it is sweet, is becoming annoying now. Taking both of their roses, I watch as Gunner grins. “Did you like your final gift, little kitten?” His question makes me laugh.

“Come home. We’re waiting for you.” I ended the call and walked to the window. In the yard, the rose garden shimmered a deep red under the moonlight. Matthew had planted it himself on our wedding day. He had said that the roses represented his everlasting and passionate love for me. I let out a cold laugh. Tomorrow, I would burn it to the ground—just as he had reduced my life to ashes.

The scent of fresh herbs and flowers filled the air, a stark contrast to the life of chaos they had both known. Without a word, Amethyst turned to Dylan and kissed him. She couldn't hold it back anymore. She's been waiting for Dylan to see her for a long time; she's wanted to kiss Dylan for a long time, and now that he's in front of her and now that she knows that Dylan loves her, Amethyst won't miss it anymore. The kiss was a gentle, tender kiss, filled with the emotions of their long separation. Dylan, being hungry for Amethyst's lips, kissed her back, his hands finding her waist and pulling her closer. As he pulled her closer, it seemed that Dylan had no intention of letting go. They paus

Yet she took it with a beaming smile. “These are one hundred and one roses which symbolize eternal love. According to the botanical terminology, they translate to LOVE THAT DOESN'T WEAR OFF NOR FADE. May the almighty bless your love. Have a blessed evening.” With that, the gentleman bowed and excused himself. Kenya stayed glued to the side watching the flowers as though they would talk, then chuckled and chunked them to the side. "This was not how I thought things would turn out." She mumbled to herself, but loud enough for me to hear. I mirrored her chuckle and relaxed a little in my seat.

I looked up instinctively and caught sight of myself and my to-be mate in the mirror. My makeup was heavier than usual today, and I looked a whole lot different from how I normally looked—just like the roses that Marcus had especially planted for me in the greenhouse—shy, bashful, and delicate, yet as captivating as ever. Meanwhile, Marcus looked even more handsome than ever in his black haute couture suit. We exchanged glances. And in that instant, we saw the smile in each other's eyes. "I don't want to see them," I said. Marcus nodded at once without any hesitation. "Alright. Then, I'll get someone to ask them to leave."

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

SUICIDE NOTE "Dear mother, you'll always be my heartbeat. And I love daddy even if he doesn't give me any attention. I really miss all those moments we shared but Prince was a whole new love to me." "Who is Prince?" Her mother asked facing her husband. "That should be the murderer who took my daughter's life in the name of love." Rose's father was red with tears welling up." "Hmmm, it'll not be well with him." His wife cursed as they continued reading in grief.