Pink Rockstar の小説・ストーリー

And the Pink girl,,, didn't even bother sparing her a glance. "Uhm! Pink, this is Jasmine... She's my wife" For a second, Jasmine thought pink had passed her a glare but it was quickly swapped with a smile. "Sweetheart... this is..." Liam wanted to say but Pink cut him off. "Let me introduce myself Liam" Pink offered then turned to Jasmine. She had that overly sweet smile. "I'm Natalie Raymond but I preferred being called Pink because it's suits my nature. Just be clear, I'm the sister to Liam's Ex girlfriend... I'm sure you must have heard about her" Pink said.

I tell her. She grabs my face to make me look at her. She has lost her mind. I can’t help her. She might be my cousin and best friend but I am not model material. “They canceled because Mr. Rockstar wants you to act as his girlfriend in Crazy’s new video.” She explains.

Don’t you dare give up yet. I flagged down the first cab I saw, clutching that envelope like it was a weapon. My hands were shaking, but my mind was clear. I wasn’t some random girl anymore. I wasn’t dirt. I wasn’t a pawn. I was the only thing standing between a Prince and a cage. And I was about to show the Moonstone Pack exactly what happens when you mess with a Davis

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It was like poison bubbling under my skin, and any second now, it was going to blow. 6:02 a.m. My phone buzzed. Caller ID: Lion Dickhead. Of course it was him. I picked up without saying a word. He didn’t deserve a hello. His voice came through smooth and smug. “Revenant. Your ride’s outside. Everyone’s waiting at the Iron Citadel. They’re excited to meet the legend.” Legend, huh? Cute. I smirked coldly, lips pulling back lik,e a wolf about to bite. "They want The Revenant?” I said, voice low.

“...Rule four: Avoid paparazzi. Don’t be the reason your face ends up in some shitty tabloid.” He doesn't hint at the airport drama, but I know it's the cause. An unknown girl caught between two hockey stars? That's all it takes to make people swarm. I haven't peeked into social media since I moved to the Paxon pack, but I know the debates are raging about who I am and where I've appeared from. We pull up in front of the Ragriz hockey arena after a crazy ride, and my stomach drops at the sight.

“That just might work… Do you have any ideas already?” “Can I borrow your computer thing?” I said, holding my hand out. Yaru looked blank and didn’t move, evidently not knowing what I meant. “Oh,” he said as his eyes lit up. He reached into his pocket again and pulled out the crystal slab. “You mean my data stone.” “Yes. Can you look up the Maori tribal tattoos on it?” I asked, my mind already picturing ones I’d seen in movies and on natives. I could easily make some into a painted design.

My dad asks. “Someone unannounced is coming.” My mom says without breaking our eye contact. “8 miles.” I say. My blood boiling in my veins. I turn my back to my mother and look into the woods. “Who is coming, Dora?” Mom asks me. “A man with dark skin, golden eyes, and a tattoo in his right arm.” I tell everyone. “Which tattoo, Pandora?” I hear the voice of the alpha asking me.

is really shit." He chuckled, as we kept riding along. We kept on the path, and rode up to a giant black metal gate, surrounded by a big stone wall that seemingly went on for miles. "This is it, princess, are you sure you want to keep going? It only get's more dangerous from here." Gideon told me, getting off of his horse, and helping me off of mine. I took a deep breath, and nodded. "I've got to find out what happened to my family, and what happened to my kingdom in my long absence." I told him, walking to the gate. There was a giant lock that seemed to groan as I approached. "Do you happen to know where the key is? I obviously don't have it." I looked at him, hoping he had the answer. "Yo

"Names." "We're with the supply side," I said, my voice flat and bored. I channeled my best Jax Carter impression. "Direct contact. Not on the list." The man's eyes moved to Ren, who just stared back with a look of pure, cold hatred. Three seconds later, the bouncer held out his hand. "Phones." I handed mine over without a blink. Ren did the same. The door opened, and we stepped into the belly of the beast. Inside, the music hit my chest like a blow. Red and blue lights cut through a thick cloud of smoke. The air smelled like expensive alcohol and a strong, manufactured chemical scent.