Goth Singer Male Novels & Stories

I chuckled weakly. "But why can't we stand out in the hallways? I still don't understand." She put a finger to my lips and leant in so close that I could feel her warm breath on my face. My hands were shaking from the exhilaration and for the first time in a while, I felt important. I loved how she made me feel needed. It was a feeling that somebody else had ever made me feel. "My father, King Paios, would never approve," She murmured sadly, lowering the volume of her voice. "He claims that I spend too much time around girls. He wants me to start and mingle with some of the Princes located in other sections of Greece."

The glamour can be manipulative bit you have to stand your ground. Everything that I have been through has been a lesson and an experience. So here I am, my name is Faris Malik, I am a singer songwriter and soon going on to become the next singing sensation. Well, to start telling you my story, one thing that you should know about me is that I am hella stubborn and at times rude. I don't give a flying fuck if you are not my family or friends. But to be honest I am not that bad. At six foot two inches I stand tall having a well tanned skin, dark brown eyes and dark black hair. With the hours that I am spending in the gym, I can say that it's better than most of what you would have seen. I am

A voice from the other side of the ball started to scream in full volume enough to make Louise covers his ears. "Calm down, you will break our ears, " he said then an holographic image of a man appeared in front of a whole bunch. "What's happening your majesty? " "The plan will be changing, tell the vanguards to hold their blades, we will have to re-plan our goals... Oh and Sir Gardon is here, say hi. " "OH GREAT LORD, you old punk, you are still alive? It's good to know, remember me? " Gardon look at the hologram and he went falling off in tears.

“The singer has a good voice.” Gabriel nodded, glancing toward the sound. “He does,” Gabriel said. “Very good.” “His name is Justin,” Henry replied easily. “He’s a great singer. He’s transgender.” Gabriel looked at him, then laughed, emotion catching in his throat as Henry took Keith’s hand and led the way to the living room.

After finishing my song, there is a moment of silence, and then the audience starts booing. Fuck them, I stand tall, smile, and bow. You know, I believe that singers don’t need a good voice to be a singer. I grind hard. That's when I see a guy standing in the back of the club, looking at me. His ocean eyes stick on my body, the curiosity in the eyes that cannot hide. He is tall, with dark hair, wearing a suit, and he looks like he belongs in a different world. What the fuck are you looking at? Have you ever seen a beautiful girl in your life?

Life is sure full of mystery, and I don't like it. Suddenly, as I am trying to let my heart out through crying, I heard a voice. It was coming from the other side of the phone. I looked through the screen, his contact name was still in there. He was still there, and he didn't leave like what I thought. I blinked for a second to make sure if it is real, and it is. Andrei's really singing. I can't believe it. He has this angelic voice when singing despite of having a deep baritone voice. His voice is so calming to hear, that it doesn't let me think of other things aside from him, singing. I can listen to him all day long if given a chance.

Goth has green eyes, blond straight long hair that was tied into a ponytail, he wore a white T-shirt with blue denim and was very muscular build. Carolyne tilted her head as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. She slowly stood up and reached her hand out towards Goth. “Hey Goth, I'm Carolyne, Amore's best friend. We will be seeing each other a lot.” Carolyne said in a flirtatious voice. Goth took Carolyne's hand and gave it a little shake. He let go of her hand but didn't pay her any further attention. “Carolyne, aren't you spaying on James and Caity today?”Nathan asked as he looked at Carolyne's flirtatious behavior towards Goth.

A lot of possible scenarios came to my mind and I sat there for a while longer before I followed him outside. We decided to do some more hacking. And by that, I meant he was going to do the hacking while I was stalking Harry Styles, Shawn Mendes, or maybe even that Korean bulletproof boys that were so popular these days. I had seen them in Billboard Music Award and they looked so adorable. One, in particular, the main vocalist I gathered since he sang lots of parts of the song, had killer abs.

His lip formed a hard line, apparently disappointed in someone. He raised his gaze at me, scanning me, his sight watchful and detailed, ascending to my neck, he held his hand again, “Let me,” did he seek my approval or informed me. He leaned on, touching my neck softly, I kept my guard up, compressing my neck. “Your veins turned blue, fuck,” He mumbled, caressing his thumb to the side of my left shoulder. “MARTIN,” He called, jerking me inwardly. “Bring Dr. Bianchi,” The man probably named Martin went and came back with a lady doctor in a blink like she was waiting outside of this room. “Please, Dr,” Luciano stood up to give the lady some space to examine me? Yeah.