Rock Star Novels & Stories

I tell her. She grabs my face to make me look at her. She has lost her mind. I can’t help her. She might be my cousin and best friend but I am not model material. “They canceled because Mr. Rockstar wants you to act as his girlfriend in Crazy’s new video.” She explains.

I bowed causing Gina to giggle. "What then happened to Rock Presley. Why did you quit responding to his messages?" Gina asked. "Rock whatever got a hard rock stuck in his brain. Have you seen the guy? Girl, he floods my DM with his sick music. If he's not forwarding a link for me to stream 'em on audiomack, he's definitely singing weird songs to me. Geez! that's noise pollution" I lamented. "I thought you loved his music" she said. "No sister, can't do. I only listened to it because he made me to. He's always with that gigantic headset, I wish his momma told him from the start music is not his calling" I hissed.

“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? ***

Well today was going to be my last impression … with my wife. “Oh no, what have you done now Mister Rock and Roller? Do I really need to sit? Are you on the drugs,” mom said, quite serious. “Jesus ma, no I’m on “the” drugs,” I said, making a face and rinsing my razor. I can’t say I blame her for asking, a lot of people in rock bands get hooked. While you’re on tour it's a near impossible temptation. As the rhythm guitarist for Feisty, I was hardly front and center. Really I kept to myself a lot, except with my brothers. When we’re all just together and letting loose, all bets are off. However, my best friend and brother from another mother, Jude Stone who was our frontman … had a damn hard

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The roar of 50,000 fans still echoed in Kai Storm’s ears as he stepped off the stage at Madison Square Garden. Sweat glistened on his tattooed chest, his black shirt clinging to his muscular frame. At 34, Kai was the undisputed king of rock — raw voice, electric stage presence, and a reputation for living as hard as he performed. Women threw themselves at him every night. But for the past year, something had been missing. The music felt hollow. The lyrics felt forced.

Aggie thrust a fist in the air. “No. No, booyah. He’s not only rich, he’s famous, which means his ego is larger than Alaska.” Aggie’s brows drew together. “Famous?” “Lead singer of Sinners. The band.” “I think I’ve heard of them. Rock music?” “Hard rock. And you missed his most notorious ‘quality.’” She finger quoted. “He has an insatiable appetite for sex. You can’t get him out of bed long enough to have a decent conversation with him.”

She wiped the tears out of her eyes before standing up. "Dinner will be done in an hour or so." She smiled once again before leaving the room. I got up from the bed, walking over to the window again, I stumbled back in shock to see that a tall, young man stood outside. He had his back pressed against a black porshe and his hands on his hair,seemed he was talking on the phone. He had raven black hair and wore black slacks with a black buttoned down shirt, his sleeves were rolled up so you could see the well built biceps that adorned his cute body.

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

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