Pink Rockstar Novels & Stories

I unlocked my phone before I could overthink it, thumb hovering over the Play Store. Five minutes later, I was officially on Smashr. Then I set up a profile that fit exactly into Noah’s “preferences” and swiped through the endless motherfuckers until–fuckin finally. DickensDatBooty has matched with you. I grinned and opened a chat. If Noah wanted to play, it was gonna have to be a game I created. Me: You really love Dickens so much that you made it your entire personality? I shot the text, making sure it’s different from the endless flirts in his message requests so I stood out to him.

“Split pants and all.” He peeks at me between his fingers, grinning. “Traitors. Both of them.” “So… what do you do for fun?” I ask, grabbing a danish again and trying not to feel giddy. “Poker with the guys. Running—big stress reliever. Oh, and I play the drums. I’m not amazing or anything, but I like to rock out.” “That’s cool! Do you have your own kit?” He nods. “Yeah, it’s in the basement. Don’t get to play often with missions and all, but I try.”

After greeting the two busy gamers, I sat down with Pink Ranger and kept her company. Though Gray would never reveal her best friends' secrets to me, she talked about them all the time. Which meant I was aware of the basics when it came to each one of them. Like I knew that Pink Ranger worked in Acanthis, an international shipping and logistics company based in our city. A successful business that her girlfriend (who was currently screaming childish profanities at our TV) was set to inherit in the future.

Temperance and Gabe, lead singer and drummer. Temperance, Temptation, he grinned. That alone would have confirmed her as the lead singer. What was the lead singer of a punk band doing working for Gregory Holmsworth? Was she involved somehow in Gregory Holmsworth’s side-step into the music industry? His online searches had determined that Gregory had diversified his portfolio to include recording studios and venues, including the one Raven was parked in front of. It was interesting, Raven thought, sucking on his teeth, that this new musical inclination happened around the same time as Holmsworth’s granddaughter turned twenty-one, inherited the trust fund left to her by her parents, and steppe

Why will pink do this to me Upon all the love I have shown her she still slept with others Even with my rude behavior I still choose her Why pink ,why me " I yelled breaking the alcohol bottle it shutter everywhere I took a sip of some drinking it ruffly. A girl walked pass me and she just look like my pink I knew it,I knew you will come back to me I said, I came down from the car walking towards her and grab her Let go of me, the girl yelled fearfully I held her tight now ready to let go The girl yelled Pls let me go,help me She yelled You are just acting up pink but I love you pls

Whatever Nikolai got from him, it shouldn't be the information I was searching for, my sexuality. “Who paid you to kidnap me?” “I don't know. I told you all , I don't know.” He cried. “Who sold my information?” He was reluctant to talk. I leaned towards him and held his head up. “Who sold my information in clubpink?” “Oh…It's pinky. She knows everyone who comes to clubpink.” “Pinky?” “Yes, she always wears pink and makes pink nails.” “Is she the owner?” “Some say she is, but some say she isn't.”

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?

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing here all alone?" I wasn't surprised when Alexi finally left the VIP area of the club to approach me. It was high time he did. I sighed exasperatedly with a pout. "I wouldn't have been alone if my school friends hadn't decided to ditch me last minute." Alexi wasn't that bad looking. Rather, he was quite attractive. He was around his early thirties, but he looked as though he was in his early twenties. He had dirty blonde hair that faded into brown and grey eyes.