Kumar Rocker Novels & Stories

"Means a lot coming from you." He patted Tex's shoulder. Jesse had so much high regard for Death Engines Running. These kids were just so exceptional and talented. "Oh, by the way, I'd like you to meet Kristen, my fiancée." He mumbled, slithering his arm around the back of K's waist. "Baby, this is Tex." K and Tex shook hands, smiled and greeted each other. Their blue eyes met, cobalt to velvety dark blue. "Hi Tex, it's so nice to meet you!" K almost shrieked, bubbling with glee. "I only heard your songs tonight, but let me tell you, I'm already your number one fan! No shitting!"

The man with a mohawk hairdo tapped the latter's shoulder before he left the microphone to him. The vocalist, I guess? "It is so nice to be back again. I am Rupert, the vocalist of Vulture. Join us and let the Vulture rock your night!" The man in the drums raised his drumsticks in the air, tapped the sticks together, and counted, "One, two, three!" "We are the Vulture! I hope you enjoy our music!"

I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold. He lets out a cruel laughter, like his teammates dead around him didn't mean anything. "You fight a losing battle. We have a weapon that can kill an immortal." He throws his head back, letting out a hysterical laugh. "You fight a losing battle, mortals!" Ryker's hand extends into a claw, which he plunges into the man's side. I let go of him, watching the last of the rogues crumble to the floor. "They drive me fucking mad," Ryker mutters, walking away, barking out orders to Ragnar's minions.

I took interest in the conversation rather than his hands. "Well, um, it's going well." Prince Kingston said, as usual, he had a deep and grave voice that is unreal but not as Rhyker who is younger than them and wilder. He's the silent Prince between those two, Zane is more the playful and flirty man while Rhyker is stuck with a cold attitude and bold language.

she whispered and I just looked at her. “He’s an asshole,” I said to her. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said and stood up as the bell rang. I already knew that I’d never be friends with Rick. He was self-centered, cocky and he really believed his status as future Alpha gave him an edge over everyone else. I wanted to shove my fist down his throat and make him whimper with the strength of my aura.

Lucas secretly smiled without saying anything. He thought that he could only wait for the Furious Tiger Organization's people to come. Only by displaying his powerful strength would these people believe that the Furious Tiger Organization was pitifully weak in front of him, Lucas. A day later... A middle-aged man walked out of the Gold family's door with large strides. That middle-aged man was eight feet tall, having a centipede-like scar on his face. Looking at him, one would feel one's scalp go numb. The middle-aged man was called Kamron Rock, a Gene Fighters at the Rank 2 of the Ultimate King Ranked Realm.

“Shhh! Don’t let them hear you! GGS stands for Garuda Steel Gang, not some soap opera. You need to memorize each of them. That guy sitting at the end? That’s Rocky. Everyone calls him Iky. Sure, he’s got a cute smile, but his mouth? Super annoying!” I instinctively glanced at Rocky, studying him more closely. His smile really was sweet, and his school uniform made him look approachable. But judging from what Arum had just said, I figured I’d better stay cautious around this guy. Still, for some reason, that cute smile only made me more curious. “Heh, I just realized… this guy’s way too cute to be in a biker gang!” I grinned at Arum. Arum stifled a laugh and shot a quick glance toward Rocky.

“Fine, Victor, have it your way! I’m leaving. But don’t forget, I know a lot of influential people in this city, and don’t think I will speak kindly of you.” “I don’t care, Keera! I’ll do just fine on my own. I’m Victor ‘The Greatest’ Hook!” She huffed, stalked to the door, and slammed it on her way out. ***** So, that left Victor back where he started… handling all of the building details of his hotel, and he still had no assistant. He sighed as he walked into Ben Randall’s office.

“Back to your performance. I took a look at your calendar. There’s still precious few regulars on there. Especially once Keaton stops having you every morning. You need to find some more.” “I gained one today,” I replied, instantly indignant. “It didn’t escape my notice, but one companion, once a week, who can’t afford more than he’s already paying isn’t a long-term prospect. Men like Rick and Tomichii are. Tomichii wants you most days for more than an hour, and Rick can pay an astronomical amount if he continues to favor you. You need to find more men like them.” I frowned again. They were both men I had been introduced to. And I didn’t like the idea of having to find more. I wanted Dante,