Rock Chick Series Novels & Stories

"Yeah, sounds fun." I rose my brows at Trace. "That okay with you, rockstar?" "Only if you throw your bra at me." He replied smoothly. I rolled my eyes. "In your dreams."

It looked around its surroundings. Sloan was surprised and happy as she hugged it tightly; she was worried that she might accidentally drop the egg. The little Rocky looked around; it was curious. Then, its eyes landed on Sloan. It looked happy as it shouted," Mama…" A Rocky was an intelligent spiritual beast. A newborn Rocky would already have the ability to speak. "So cute." Sloan was attracted to it. She scratched its little head. Then, the Little Rocky turned toward Darryl and shouted, "Papa…"

She pleaded, looking at me with the saddest doe eyes. I picked her up off the floor, bouncing her a bit in my arms. "Don't cry, baby girl. " I coo, "I'll be back soon, okay?" She cries into my shoulder. "But I-I don't want you t-to gwo." A sigh leaves my lips as I rub her back. "I know baby girl, but I'll be back before you know it." It takes a little while to get Riley settled down. I hum to her all the while rocking her in my arms, she soon falls quiet. Gently I lay her down in bed tucking her in, I then put in a princess movie, her favorite.

He was hard, throbbing with it. “Up,” Vixen commanded and then looked each of them up and down. “Very good, pets,” she said tearing a packet open. Raven recognised the item as a c-kring a moment before she put it on Shadow. “Both my boys are a little excited,” she murmured as she ran her fingers up Raven and then slid the c-k ring over him. “This should help calm you down.”

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and gasped, “Okay, okay, okay! No more Archie names!” He stopped. But I couldn’t help myself. “…Richie Rich?” The tickling started again, with me alternately shrieking and screaming out cartoon character names – “Mr. Magoo! Yogi Bear! Boo Boo! Huckleberry Hound!” – until I was a crying, laughing mess. “Stop, stop!” I screamed, and he stopped immediately. I wiped the tears from my eyes. And, I swear to God, I couldn’t stop. “…Woody Woodpecker?”

I don’t like the look on her face. “That was Gabby.” She tells me. “Ok,” I reply. “I am guessing she was the woman here with hottie #1 and hottie #2.” I say to her. “Yes, she is the assistant to Brady, hottie #2. They manage the band Crazy.” Evie explains. I know who that band. They are one of the biggest rock bands. I have been a fan since they released their first album five years ago. I look at her. I am not sure why she is smiling at me.