Feel Like Rockstar Novels & Stories

I tell her. She grabs my face to make me look at her. She has lost her mind. I can’t help her. She might be my cousin and best friend but I am not model material. “They canceled because Mr. Rockstar wants you to act as his girlfriend in Crazy’s new video.” She explains.

He palmed his face in frustration and looked at me, "Shea, you don't understand, I can't..." "Oh! I totally understand, Ryker. Believe me, I do. You're just a player who's heart is as hard as a rock. How is it possible to like or love someone when you're a rock with no feelings? I don't know what or who made you like this, but it doesn't mean that you can't overcome it." Why was I giving him pep talk?

I repeated in a mutter, sitting on the bench swing and crossing my legs. “So Milka gets her attitude from you and her insanity from me. It’s a great combination.” “Who’re you tryin’ to kid, Mr. Rock Star? It’s a hellish combination!” He smirked at me. “Hell is fun.” “Oh yeah, I forgot those horns poking out the top of your head.” “Only one thing pokes out of me.” “Yeah, I think I’m acquainted with that, if the two-year-old upstairs is anything to go by.”

I did not find it necessary to explain to her in detail that my first kiss got stolen, I was almost raped, For the first time did I saw a man half-naked, I slapped the country’s oscar-winning singer who was in the heart of millions of girls. Oh god, please save me from that Devil’s Wrath. I don’t want to die at such a young age. And I’m sure, now that I have offended him, he will take his revenge by making my life hard. Why did I even dream of becoming a singer? My peanut-sized brain thought that if one is determined to do something, no one can stop him or her, not even God himself. Now I know, that this phrase is not applied to every person in the world.

I couldn't help but be myself. “It was a long bad day for me. I know you guys were waiting for me, and I am grateful for that. Without you all, there would be no Midnight Wolf. After I sing, I actually feel bad and wonder if I did well or not. I apologize for not being my best tonight.” With the interaction with my avid listeners, I am a person who wouldn’t pretend to be someone else. More or less, I am more myself when my Midnight Wolf takes over, and my fans love that about me.

His face now against my neck and I can feel his hot breath fanning my skin which made me feel at peace in just a second. And so, I go on. 'In case I don't live forever, let me tell you now I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth I'm everything that I am because of you' I tried singing softly as we both wrapped each other in a warm hug. 'I have a hero whenever I need one I just look up to you and I see one I'm a man 'cause you taught me to be one'

I felt like the flow of blood was rushing to my cheek as they turned crimson. He stood in front of me and I felt like my heart was gonna leap out of my chest. When the creaking sound of his walk ended, the sound of my loud and rapid breath filled the room. “Um, if you are not fine then I won’t.” That moment, a spark emerged from my soul and evoked a sensation of desire in me as the urge to pull him close to me rose . Protesting my feelings, I remain motionless. “I.. Um. maybe you don’t like-” I continued to stutter until he cut me off.

I said as I grabbed Julian’s arm with a bright, mocking smile and walked out on him, leaving him trapped at the table. Outside the HP Restaurant Outside, the cool, humid air of Veritas Heights hit me, a shocking relief after the restaurant's controlled climate. My pulse hammered—a wild, free rhythm I hadn't felt in years. “God, that felt good,” I exhaled, the genuine rush of defiance intoxicating. I couldn't remember a time I'd acted so purely to infuriate him. Was it the wine, or was it just exhaustion breaking my control? Julian, still holding my elbow as we navigated the slick stone steps, looked utterly overwhelmed.

“While this new album has been sitting at number one for a few weeks now, it isn’t reaching the fans the way we need it to—to have lasting stardom for him. And much to the dismay of Nash’s inner circle, he refuses to let any girl get close enough for him to even possibly fall in love, let alone feel anything. At this point he’s got nothing to inspire his music.” Monica leans back in the brass chair, her arms folding over her chest gracefully. I stir the ice cubes in my drink with the fancy straw, mulling her words over. “What makes you think I’ll be able to get close to him, then?”

“Yeah. I mean, probably. Maybe. I might throw up.” He laughed, a low rasp right by my ear. “Just don’t do it on my shoes.” That made me laugh too, and I felt the knot in my stomach loosen just a little. He gave my hand a quick squeeze before moving to grab his guitar, and I stood there under the lights, letting myself soak it in. The sound of people. The scent of beer and old wood. The beginning of something. Brody passed me my mic and gave me a thumbs up. “You ready, Rockstar?”