Pink Rockstar Mga Nobela at Kwento

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ....wherever you see Dilion, there you will find Griggs; and wherever Damian is, there is also Fred. Declan is a solo walker...a man of seclusion. ....and there are many of us...many too identical... • • RED INK EP 30: Where two roads shall meet • •

“It’s more fun this way.” We ate in tense silence for a minute before he spoke again, softer this time. “You know… it’s not easy, this life. Everybody wants a piece of you. The label, the fans, the media. They suck you dry until there’s nothing real left. Some nights I’m surrounded by hundreds of people and still feel completely fucking alone.” I looked up, surprised by the sudden honesty. His green eyes held mine for a moment, something raw flashing there. Then he blinked and the cocky mask returned. “But hey, at least the money’s good and the pussy’s endless. Right?”

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 wouldn’t look at him, so he knew that it couldn’t have been good. “Okay…” Dustin replied and hit ‘play’. “‘Hello, Seattle!’” the administrator of the Seattle Whispers site screeched from the computer speakers. “‘Boys and girls, we have an exclusive for you today! Mr. Vic ‘The Sin’ Hook getting served! Warning! Watch it alone!’” Victor watched as the video switched from the admin’s face to a clip in which Navy was visibly on her knees in front of him. A pixelated square covered his cock and a portion of her face.

Pink lied. The two guards kept staring at themselves and at Pink. "Gosh, Prince Reagan will soon get back from horse racing with the others, once he gets back and finds out that I am not in with my friends here, he'll be so mad at you, you guys knows his temper a lot," Pink lied again, getting tired of their mean faces.

“You just don’t look like a rocker. Like, at all.” “What does a rocker look like?” “More makeup. Fewer clothes. Piercings. Tattoos.” “Who says I don’t have any piercings?” Sed traced the edge of her ear with his fingertip, drawing attention to a pair of small diamond studs in her earlobe. “Ear piercings don’t count.” “I wasn’t talking about my ears.” Sed’s eyes searched her face. “Then where? I don’t see any oth-Oh…”

The stage has been set, as the crowd built up, it moved toward the stage, a pale mist cover the stage, the light went dark without the warning, the inconspicuous sound of music could be heard just over the chatter of the crowd, the adrenaline went through the roof, and the crowd becomes crazy, a live concert was started, a man looking around twenty-eight with a guitar entered into the stage, the atmosphere becomes phenomenal when he starts the performance, and the crowd started to chant or said screams out of the throat, “Rockstar…Rockstar…” “Rockstar!!!…”, a puzzled expression appeared on Tara's face, she didn't understand Why the crowd drove so crazy…?... and Who is the Rockstar…?... Tar

"The cub. It's responding to your power use. You awakened something in them." "Them?" But before she could answer, pink light exploded from my belly. So bright I had to shield my eyes. When it faded, I looked down. A perfect pink handprint glowed on my stomach. Right where Nolan had placed his hand days ago. But now there was something else. Words. Written in pink light across my skin. Ancient lycan script. I couldn't read it. But somehow I understood it. "Three mates shall the pink wolf claim." Oh goddess.

"Last chance, Cherry if you don't tell me to walk away I'm going to assume you were serious and want me to show you I can fuck you senseless." Charity Pinkston looked the young buck in the eye. "You wish you could fuck me senseless. Granny Cherry's going to break you, little boy. It will be me who fucks you senseless." Gio looked at her. "Don't say I didn't warn you. When I'm done, you won't remember any guy before me and you won't want any guy but me after me. I'll ruin you vintage pussy and ass and then I'll own you."

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