Feel Like Rockstar Novels & Stories

‘Come with me… I want the whole world to know that you’re mine. That you are my one and only,’ he said while playing with her long blonde hair. ‘Sweetheart, come with me outside…’ Lennon added. He stood up and extended his hand. She felt like royalty as he helped her to her feet. Just being next to him made her dizzy with pleasure, but when he proceeded to put his arm around her waist, it was almost too much. ‘I can’t. You’re Lennon Stark, the rock star. Everybody wants to be near you, and I can’t deal with that. I don’t like the limelight,’ she whispered. ‘I’m not ready to go outside, to meet people… I might never be ready…’

his smile was so broad that his voice came out as a whisper. "Are you that excited to hear my voice?" Rose teased, while smirking. "Of course. Your voice is like fuel to my soul" Rock didn't hesitate to admit the fact. Don't tell me that you're working while on a relaxing trip? Why are you in the room?" "You know I have no choice," Rock chuckled. "Just don't exhaust yourself and try to relax. " Rose pouted. " I will. " "Just wanted to check up on you. "

That warm, full thing. Fuck. I was turning into a sap. I put the phone back in my pocket. Started running again. My body felt lighter. Stronger. Like I could run forever. Like I could punch through walls. Like I was some kind of superhero just because a girl called me boyfriend. Rocky laughed beside me. "Don't say a fucking word, Rocky." "It's just..." He was still laughing. "I can't even fucking recognize you anymore." "Well, good thing I don't live for your entertainment, Rock."

“Yeah, I promise. I’m good now, superstar.” Sliding my leg between his, I press myself flush against his side. “What does it feel like?” He peers down at me. I clear my throat and rephrase the question. “To be popular, I mean. To sing in front of so many people. To be part of a big boy band.”

I sighed… relented… and walked over and sat down. “She said I needed to stop living in a fantasy and come back to the real world,” I grumped. “I myself prefer fantasy to the real world,” he said, right before he took another drag. “Well, yeah. You’re a rock star.” “Being a rock star has nothing to do with it,” he said, in that voice pot smokers use when they’re trying to keep as much smoke in their lungs as possible. I frowned. “Isn’t that the fantasy world you’re talking about?”

you bastard, haha ​​i like that "What am i little kitty?Oh hello what Do you think yourself?" she raised her voice. "The one of the famous and sexiest Rockstar in the world" I replied her with my Sexiest atitude. "Sexiest rockstar, praising yourself doesn't make anyone sexy," she told me grumpily. "But am baby, if you want to know about the selection, come tomorrow, i need an employee who has more patience. Don't lose yourself in front of me." He looked at me raising his eyebrows.

Note to self, don't take alcohol! if there's one thing I know my dad is right about, is that alcohol ruins me. and I've actually made the worst and best decisions of my life while drunk. is it safe to say that it brings out the real me? Cole invited me to play tennis with him and some of his friends from yesterday, I met some of my fans, I mean I don't know the word to use, followers maybe? but they saw me as they are so-called "idol"?

" She asks astonished, stopping her movements. "Yes, I do actually." I tell her. "How?" I chuckle," I was a lonely boy for a long time and listening to depressing music and hard rock was my comfort." "What's your favorite band, song-album-" "Woah woah woah, hold your horses cow girl," I faked a southern accent. "Honestly, I don't have one of either options." "Lie!" She exclaims. I scoff and roll my eyes," when have I ever lied to you?"

You got mud on your face, you big disgrace Kickin’ your can all over the place singin’ We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you

The familiar feel of the keys under my fingertips is comforting. Taking a deep breath, I begin to play my second favorite song. Lost Girls. The notes flow effortlessly, each one resonating with the emotions swirling within me. As the melody fills the room, I feel a tear escape and slide down my cheek. This song has always been special to me, a reflection of my journey and my struggles. It carries the weight of my past and the hope of my future. My number one favorite song doesn’t hold hope, but Lost Girls does. Because the rawness in the lyrics and beats, they start out sad, and it only seems like it can only get sadder. Then the chorus towards the end, before the final lines... gives you ho