Pink Rockstar Novels & Stories

It would be embarrassing for her if she trips and everyone notices. Rojean nodded her head, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tried her best not to look scared even if she was petrified on the inside. ‘This is the underground industry I’ve heard of.’ she thought to herself whilst she fixed the mask on her face. ‘Black market? Drugs? Sei’s involved with the people here?’ “You’re doing good.” said Krister who was trying to make her less nervous. “Back straight.” ‘Is it really fine that I don't talk?’ Rojean asked herself with a frown on her face as she straightened her back. She was never this posh looking in her entire life and you really couldn’t blame her for attempting and wanting t

A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome." Albert entered the room, meeting his eyes was a very strange atmosphere. In the dim light of the white room, a middle-aged man was lying at the far end of the room; in the center of his chest were numerous stab wounds. He lay in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and inside those eyes were fear and despair. The most striking thing is still

You got mud on your face, you big disgrace Kickin’ your can all over the place singin’ We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you

“Meaning that I’ve always been a musician, even when I was that five-year-old who nicked his mum’s paycheck and bought a guitar from the pawnshop. This rock star nonsense, that’s just been the last couple of years.” “Oh. So… is there any part of being a rock star that you like?” He paused and thought. “I’d say playing with other rock stars… but we were all just musicians when we first got together, weren’t we? The rock star bit just happened along the way.” “So you’d be okay just going back to Athens and playing the clubs there, then? Nobody knowing who you are?” He shrugged. “I know who I am.” Whoa. I hadn’t planned on getting this deep at ten-thirty in the morning.

I muttered mostly to myself but Trace definitely heard because he turned and looked at me. He rose his brows. "Why do you say that?" I paused narrowing my eyes slowly wondering if he was pulling my leg. I mean did he own a mirror? He was probably one of the sexiest men I had ever met. "You're kidding, right?" I told him. "I kid all the time. But this happens to be one of the times I'm not." He spoke. I rolled my eyes and gestured to him. "You literally have the whole rockstar thing going for you and you play guitar? Come on! I bet you have a tonne of groupies."

My wife, Stella Bentley, was a talented artist who had always been emotionally distant. It took me five long years to finally make her my wife. To be with her, I turned my back on my parents and my family, giving up everything I had to follow her to Varenne. During the day, I washed dishes in the kitchen of a fine dining restaurant. At night, I worked at a bar. I survived on three or four hours of sleep a day, all so I could afford Stella's art supplies and help her open her own studio. But on the day of our seventh anniversary, I decided to divorce her. My personal attorney, Gregory Hicks, had been my friend since childhood. His family had practiced law for generations, with several gen

Pinky leaned forward, lowering his voice. “What?” “I think he saw your small dick,” Pinky laughed. “You’re diabolical. I hate you,” Bruce glared, standing up. “Why don’t you go to him? Aren’t you guys collaborating? God, I can’t wait,” Pinky grinned. “Just heard Tate is back. He’s Evan’s favorite musician…” Pinky muttered to himself, an evil idea forming. He laughed like a villain and climbed the stairs. He pulled out his phone and texted Sab.

“We need the moonstone, not trinkets.” Blake rolled his eyes but kept pace, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “It looks the same to me. Shiny rock, shiny rock.” Jamie ignored him, already leaning over a counter draped in velvet. The vendor, an older woman with eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, laid out polished stones—each one glowing faintly under the sunlight. True moonstone shimmered with a silvery-blue fire, the kind the pack required for the bonding circle. “This one,” Jamie murmured, holding the stone between her palms. It pulsed faintly, alive. She traded a pouch of coins without hesitation.

She looks sweet as can be, but apparently she also has thorns. “Well, you didn’t give me your name before you decided to assault me with your eyes, so I just had to come up with a nickname. The color of your cheeks is as red as a rose, Rose.” She takes a step back, her one foot hitting a stack of books and causing it to topple over. The two of us look down at the array of books on the floor. “You’re Nash Pierce,” she muses. I take a few steps closer to her. “That is the name my parents gave me. Sometimes I answer to it.” “Cute,” she whispers, her thick eyebrows drawing together.

After breakfast I change into my white transparent tiny bikini the bottoms are a thong my mother bought this for me when I was sixteen I have never worn it until today Mr Parker has a couple of his Friends over playing porker in the pool house which is facing the loungers in the pool I wear a bikini cover over it with flip flops walking next door. I already texted Kaylee, Carson and his friend will be there with one other friend of ours Julie. When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker.