Feel Like Rockstar Novels & Stories

The clicking of shoes, and crying of babies, and the chewing of gum make my teeth clench deeper and tighter. The elevator door dings, and the doors open. I scuff my feet inside and press the button for the 4th floor. The fourth floor is where all the feels live. Where worry meets romance and sorrow meets joy. I'm angry at Jeremy and saddened by him as well. The place where all the feels lie, All these feels make me cry, The spaces inside my mind, I can't go back and rewind, Over time, I hope you heal, As I mourn with all the feels...

"Christal talk to me please. Stop running away from me. Chris said with pleading eyes. Bella froze for a while because she could feel how sincere he was . She heard it in his voice even though I couldn't see his face. Bella realised it when she heard the vulnerability in Chris voice that she might really mean more to him than she taught. She knew Chris confessed to her that he liked her but it felt so soon and unrealistic. She knew Chris was a busy man and he was popular for ladies throwing themselves at him and chasing him around. Bella was scared of the possibility that she could become one of those women if she is to reciprocate his feelings. She doesn't want to be a woman that run after

Navy continued on, spurred by the confidence he lacked at the moment. “And if you’re still nervous, you have to ball it up and shove it.” She pointed a finger in his face, not afraid of any consequences she might face after this pep talk. “Fake it till you make it, am I right?” Surprisingly, his lips actually twitched with amusement. “You’re right,” Victor muttered. “I don’t hear you, Victor Hook!” she exclaimed and shook his shoulders. “You’re right!” he shouted. “I am Victor ‘The Greatest’ Hook!” he yelled in her face, smiling while pounding one fist into his palm. “And I’ve got this!”

As he became drowsy. Why can’t I deny Mike and me? We don't really have a relationship. I gave a forced smile. I don’t know why I feel differently. I feel nervous without knowing it. I love Esra so I'm gambling now. I hope, I did it right. But is that right?

In the back of my mind, I know my mom's right. I'm in love with the boy who captures my anxiety and throws it out the window. I'm in love with the boy who paints my smile and colors my cheeks. I'm in love with the boy who wipes my tears and holds me close. I'm in love with the boy who doesn't try to fix me, the boy who understands. I'm in love with the boy whose name is Declan Anderson, the boy who is my rock. And what if he doesn't feel the same way?

"Do your millions of fans have any idea that their proud rock god cries like a pathetic whore underneath me?" "I don't care about the fans!" I sobbed frantically, my free hand clawing uselessly at his muscular back, digging my fingernails into his skin to pull him deeper inside me. "I don't care about the music! I don't care about the world! I only want Master! I only exist for you!"

"At the end." I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "He said he likes you." "And?" "And that I seem... happy. Around you." Alex absorbed this, his expression unreadable. "Are you? Happy?" The simple question caught me off guard. Was I happy? These past weeks had been a whirlwind of stress and complications, of navigating this bizarre fake engagement while trying to maintain my normal life. But there had also been moments—like tonight, watching Alex charm my father, seeing Emilia's reluctant warming to him—that had felt almost... good.

He doesn't make me feel like he's someone who has a higher position than me. I didn't even know that being humble could be a huge freaking turn on. "Don't you like it?" I take a sip from my beer while locking my eyes at him. He side-glanced me. "Like what?" "Those special treatments and the attention," I added. "I just want to sing with my band actually, that's all. I enjoy it. I enjoy singing and playing for my fans. I just want to go on tours, see my fans and make them happy. I don't know why they feel the need to give me special treatments." He answers.

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The crowd's expression goes from shock to an instant energy boost as they cheer and bounce around to the music. "But you don't really give a shit // You go with it, go with it, go with it // 'Cause, you're fucking crazy rock-n-roll." My eyes trail to Marcus, who's just as shellshocked, if not more. Grinning, I look him right in the eyes as I sing the next bit, "You said, 'Hey, // What's your name?' // It took one look // And now we're not the same // Yeah, you said, 'Hey', // And since that day // You stole my heart // And you're the one to blame."