Rock Star Book Novels & Stories

He was surprised. “I am not moving into rock just because I think it suits the songs I have written,” she replied, leaning her head back against the wall. A bead of sweat ran down the long column of her neck and disappeared into her cleavage, and he found himself tracking its journey avidly and enviously. “I prefer rock. I started in pop because that’s where they wanted me,” she pulled a face. “We all sell out to get in, don’t we?” “To an extent, yes,” he agreed. “Why Vice and I?”

Howard scoffed, “I honestly don't get it. A guy fresh out of prison suddenly turns out to be... what, a comedian? Completely out of his mind? Or just shameless? I don't get it at all. The point is, don't come here and play games, Marvin!” Having spent years immersed in conventional banking, Howard could roughly estimate Werner Rockstone's total net worth, assets, and the rolling capital in his company accounts. Even if the Rock family pooled together every penny of profit they had earned over the past thirty years, they wouldn't even come close to qualifying for a Vibra Card.

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

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."

Hopefully you’d like it. I've dropped a few clues here and there, but its title is “Rock Hard”. It's not about the Mafia line. It's about a music idol and his chaotic unexpected chance meeting with love. Would you be interested in that? It'll be just a juicy🤭

“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.”

HER ROCK Chapter 1 Ella's POV: Lonely is a word I could use to describe myself. Sure I have friends, well if you could even call them that, more like acquaintances. But that's all they are. I don't like to hang out or go to after school games or events. I would rather be alone at home in my room reading or watching Netflix. When my friends ask to hang out, which is very rare, I make up some lame excuse so I don't have to.

Temperance and Gabe, lead singer and drummer. Temperance, Temptation, he grinned. That alone would have confirmed her as the lead singer. What was the lead singer of a punk band doing working for Gregory Holmsworth? Was she involved somehow in Gregory Holmsworth’s side-step into the music industry? His online searches had determined that Gregory had diversified his portfolio to include recording studios and venues, including the one Raven was parked in front of. It was interesting, Raven thought, sucking on his teeth, that this new musical inclination happened around the same time as Holmsworth’s granddaughter turned twenty-one, inherited the trust fund left to her by her parents, and steppe

It would be, she thought, for most guys, but then it would take a special sort of guy to not find Megan too much in general. “So, where are you?” “With the band, at a writing retreat before the tour starts.” “I can’t believe my sister is a rock star and can casually say she is with the band, at a writing retreat, before the next tour,” Megan said it loudly, so it could be overheard by whoever she was near. “Yeah, that is right. She’s Emily of Two Way Street. Mhm… Snobby f-king salesclerk too good to check the back for my size,” she muttered into the phone. “Now he is scurrying to see what they have. So, with Owen?”

“Right. Forgot I told you that.” “So?” I prodded. “What were you self-medicating for?” “Because I couldn’t handle it.” “Handle what?” “The fame. The craziness. The absolute insanity of being in a world-famous rock band. Life on the road 200 days a year… everything.” “And so you slept with a lot of women?” He bobbed his head back and forth noncommittally. “…yeah.” “Did you drink a lot?” “Yeah.” “What about drugs?”