Rock Star Book Novels & Stories

“Because I don’t believe that I would be the person I am today if not for this wonderful professor and great man… and his intervention.” Professor B. shook his head but allowed Victor to continue. “You see… I wasn’t always a ‘nightclub mogul’.” Victor smiled and made air quotes around the phrase with his fingers. “I was arrogant as hell, allergic to all forms of authority… To make it short… I was a punk! My parents were never around and I just barely graduated from high school. I got into trouble quite frequently. But destiny winked my way and I met Professor B. one night while I was working as a busboy.”

I had boyfriends before, but I always ended up getting cheated on. I had only every kissed a guy once. Vic never let me live it down, since he was a quiet, nerdy guy. Being this close to a guy that I find this attractive, was a very different situation for me. “Well, until yesterday, I had only lived in one house for my entire life. My favorite color is red, I prefer night-time to day, my favorite season is autumn, my favorite holiday is Halloween, I’m in college for funeral science, I like metal music, video games, reading and writing, and I love nature.” I listed my interests for him. He was staring at me like I was telling him the most exciting news of his life. “Funeral science, huh?” H

“While this new album has been sitting at number one for a few weeks now, it isn’t reaching the fans the way we need it to—to have lasting stardom for him. And much to the dismay of Nash’s inner circle, he refuses to let any girl get close enough for him to even possibly fall in love, let alone feel anything. At this point he’s got nothing to inspire his music.” Monica leans back in the brass chair, her arms folding over her chest gracefully. I stir the ice cubes in my drink with the fancy straw, mulling her words over. “What makes you think I’ll be able to get close to him, then?”

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

“Damn, what did you do to her?” Rocky was the brother I wished I had. Long before my art company and suits and ties, Rocky and I were young, reckless and dangerous together. We didn’t just trade guns on the black market. We traded everything. Stories. Shirts. Sometimes even girls. He was everything I wished Terruso and I were. I didn’t even give him a blink. I just swirled my glass, because there was not a single joke in me after that shit Maddison pulled. Rocky’s grin faded. He dropped a folder on the table, tapping it once. “Right down to business I guess. Bernie Stone.,”

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

For a split second, the cocky rockstar disappeared and I saw something real — exhaustion, frustration, genuine confusion. “You’re dangerous,” I whispered. “I know.” His voice dropped even lower. “But so are you. Standing here in that tiny robe, nipples hard, fighting how bad you want me to bend you over this bed and fuck the attitude right out of you. I’d start slow, tease that pretty pussy until you’re begging. Then I’d give it to you deep and rough, just like you need.” “Stop,” I breathed, but my voice cracked. He smirked, still not touching me. “Tell me to leave again and I will. But we both know you don’t really want that.”

“I don’t plan to either. Whilst we are on this tour, there’s only you.” “On this tour, I am only with you,” I whispered up into his stupidly handsome face. “Just you.” There was only a little while left of the tour. In five days we’d be in Miami and then less than a week later, it would all be over if my calculations were right. It wasn't a huge amount of time to be in a relationship with a rockstar, so why did it feel like I had just sold my soul? ***