Rock Star Novels & Stories

The young man mutters: "Black rose- revenge, punishment and death, hmmm, how interesting” While staring intently at the flower, he smiles with satisfaction. Suddenly, a hand came from nowhere and grabed his collar. The officer with an angry face shouted: "Who the hell are you? How dare you destroy the crime scene? I'll send you to jail, swear to God.”

Owen said. “How does a rock band use opera?” James wondered. “I was thinking of a vocal intro that transitions into rock,” Owen replied. “As an opening song. The audience is expecting a rock opening, and instead we throw out some opera sounding rock.” “It will either be cool, or we will have beer bottles thrown at us,” Jeremy commented.

There sat Zach, backing the door of the room, but not completely, because she could still see half of his face and she could see he had his eyes closed, playing without a care in the world. She stood there mesmerized by his beauty. To be honest, Zach was the most handsome boy her age she had ever seen, and it always mess with her head. She wondered what was going through his head as he sat there playing the piano, the emotions he was feeling, and things like that. She had only assumed he wasn't here because he wasn't with others or anywhere Liam had shown her, but here he was, playing like he was Arthur Rubinstein.

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.

I stress, “Warrant, Garth Brooks, Nickelback, Maroon Five, Mötley Crüe, Pink, and George Michael.” “Wow! That would be a long concert,” he teases. “Who would you choose?” I reverse his question. “Elton John, Buddy Holly, and John Legend.” I can’t believe he only chose three. “That’s it? Just those three?” “If I list others that aren’t on your massive list, you will judge me,” he claims. “This is a safe circle, a no judgment zone,” I promise. “Justin Timberlake, Imagine Dragons, Run DMC, and Guns N’ Roses,” he adds.

Still, no matter how many nightclubs he opened, how much he gave to charity, or how often his company showed up on lists of preferred employers, people still saw him as a billionaire/womanizer. “Not bad for a Thursday,” Victor said to Dustin, one of his best friends, and definitely the best bartender he had ever met. He was sipping the soda Dustin had handed him. Dustin finished preparing a Dirty Martini and a Negroni Sbagliato and handed them off to a waitress.

Lost in the woods after chasing the rabbit, Sapphire was brought into a new area where she had not yet seen but what awaits her is a man sitting in the chair levitating like a magician on some urban theater show. His eye's we're beaming with silver red, matching the moon above, his lips was curved in a psychiatric smile, his hair glow radiant as silver but tainted with blood from the redish color of the sky. He was singing rapidly yet stopped after he notice Sapphire. The poor lady who chased after a rabbit tried to step back when the man flicked his finger, paralyzing Sapphire's body while she was shaking. Sapphire didn't knew any best, she didn't knew something was happening consider looki

I replied. "But we've never heard of Che's name on the international stage," said another reporter, "is Boumerank's reputation at stake here, bringing in a rookie bassist?" This time it was Ray's turn to answer. "Do you know who we are?" Ray asked the reporter. "Yes, you are a rock band," the reporter replied. "And you know what that means?" Ray asked again. No one answered. They looked confused. “That means we can do whatever we want, because we are rockstars. Including bringing in a rookie bassist is a decision at will. Because of what? Because we are rockstars!” said Ray firmly.

Samantha The best word to describe the situation I am in is, FUCKED. Simply put, I am fucked. I remember stealing from the Ricca’s they are the ones that had those nice rocks, the diamonds, and a glowing ruby that my brother later sold at a very high price since I handle the stealing and he handles the dealerships. My brother bought me a brand new Rolls-Royce with that money, and the rest we spent on vacations and useless investments. It's a habit of a millionaire like me.

The peak of my popularity was reached and it is according to my wish. Selena is only a sweetener in your life. I got to know her when I was at Daniel, and we made love. When I was dating and I often post my photos with her, my prestige went up and I liked it. I travel to be a disc jockey at a big event, party and also some clubs who invite me for some reason. My price is also cheap, but you can say it's quite expensive, only playing for about 2-3 hours. We are equally lucky. Selena was flooded with job models and I was flooded with Dj jobs and also some advertisements. But if asked about my relationship with the woman who is currently sleeping on this hotel bed, I will answer if this relatio