Pink Rockstar Novels & Stories

-I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan]. You aren't bad unless you have your own sigil/symbol/mark. -how about a pink panther better yet a tigress? You aren't bad unless you've met all the requirements on the bad list. -I'm the reason they made this list. You aren't bad until you've proven you are bad. - Not to toot my own horn or whatever...but I make the 'faceless men' run for cover. You aren't bad until everyone acknowledges the fact that you are indeed bad. - It's hard to deny.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I'd one day find out he was calling another woman "Mommy" I opened the woman's social media page. Everything was pink—though she never showed her face. She updated frequently: matching pink pajamas, themed hotel rooms, pink slippers, all sorts of pink props. In her videos, the man sometimes knelt, sometimes lay down, but his face was always hidden. Still, I recognized him instantly from the deep ring mark on his left ring finger. It was Colin. My husband of ten years.

"But you're now back. You're still a rockstar, aren't you?" "I am a rockstar." "Well hello there. I am a survivor."

Ghostface snarl, spreading his cum on my face with his dick. He's a nutcase.

Seven stood in the parking lot as he drove away, almost running him over. "What the hell did I do?" He said to himself. He stood there and contemplated everything Mykel said. He had never seen him that infuriated and hoped that he'd never see him like that again. He clutched the small bag with his ring tightly and sighed. He wanted to make it right with Mykel but, did it really matter? He'd be leaving this universe the next morning and he stopped to wonder to digging into what happened between he and Mykel was even worth it. Was any of this worth it? Buying a ring? Owning a convenience store? Becoming a gang leader? He hung his head and sat on the curb.

Her toes were painted light pink, the same shade as her dress, and she had a brown hair color. The second boy, OMG! He was tall like his companion, and he had a wide chest lean muscle thing going for him. The hair on his head was shining black, and he had grey eyes. He had Chace Crawford look going for him, only with the black hair difference. In fact, he looked like he was the one, if she didn’t know any better.

👥 Seven! 👥 Gosh look at Trent! 👥 The chest!! "Can they be more louder?" Rose shook her head and the song continued 🎵Sparkling stars will soon reveal 🎵shifting breeze that ever will hold the sentimental light. Let the love consume the night. The song continue for some minutes and then only Rocky showed up on the screen,,he let out a naughty smirk and sang the last part 🎵Amber-hued the sunset sails, 🎵leaving dust of loving trails,

Because Marie had to leave at that time, and in order to conclude their talk and her beautiful bond with Jean, Marie requested, “Jean, promise me that when we both grow up and get a job, we will meet each other. Promise me that you will stay in touch with me; you have my email and my phone number as well. Promise me that you will keep our friendship a secret, and you will not let any other girl become your best friend.” With a very heavy voice and a little positivity in her mind with the hope of meeting her first love again in life after a couple of years, Jean replied, “Pinky Promise!”

Richard said as they were walking to an ATM machine located next to the shopping mall. “Thank you,” Rebecca smiled. “Did mum buy it for you?” Richard asked. “Not really, I bought it last Christmas,” Rebecca replied. “Is red your favourite colour?” Richard asked. “Why do ask?” Rebecca responded. “I’m just asking,” Richard replied. “Pink is my favourite colour, what about you?” she asked. “I love black,” Richard replied. “That’s cool,” Rebecca commented. “I would love to see you wearing pink,” Richard said. “Really? Can I ask you why?” Rebecca said.

“Fucking beautiful. I swear Oklahoma has the prettiest girls.” “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?” I whip around to face the newest foul mouth. A breath catches in my throat at the sight of the tattooed rock god. A small smile curves his pierced lip. “Well, sweetness, I’m sure not talking about Gabe over there. Who let you on the bus?” “That’s what I fucking asked her.” “Never mind that caveman.” The rock god extends his hand towards me. “I’m Raze.”