Rock Star Novels & Stories

A cold expression appeared in his eyes. Sunset gradually falls in city A, in a high-class apartment; police officers are still hard at work tracing traces of a ruthless killer. The results of the forensic report were available: "The victim's name is StanHiep, 36 years old, height 1m72, weight 75kg. He is a composer for a music company. The cause of death, as he said, was a fatal stab wound to the heart. In addition, we did not collect any other fingerprints or footprints except the victim's. As for the blood stain on the 5th floor exit through the lumion reaction, it's still unclear what an ellipse is."

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.

*Harley's POV I can't imagine living without you — bloody liar! The music blares through the speakers as The Devils sing their latest single. Rock' n roll is what they are generally known for, although tonight they have peeled off a layer or two with some pop. They are a group of four guys with their signature long hair and tattoos. The lead vocalist is a handsome man with a nice trimmed beard and an enchanting voice. The bar is packed with people, more entering by each minute.

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.

I sincerely just wanted to show one of my passion to you guys. These past days, I thankful for my career as a singer and my fans. I've also reflected on so many things I've done. If I can be frank, I have become a rock singer not because it's my passion. Instead, it's because I fall in love with a man who loves rock music. I want to be a part of the world that he loves. Even though It did not work out, I still need to thank him for the most valuable present he has left me, My fans.

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.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips, and Victor glanced around his packed nightclub. He was the owner of all this… If there was one person to thank for the popularity of ‘The Sin Nightclub’, it was only him and his busy social life. In fact, he owned all twelve ‘The Sin Nightclub’ located throughout the States, from Vancouver to Miami. His nightclubs were the perfect gathering place for celebrities and professional athletes… Even some members from a few of the most important European Royal houses graced his establishments.

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.