Rock Star Novels & Stories

My momma was a singer, she had the most beautiful voice that anyone had ever heard but unluckily it wasn't enough to sign her so she could go big. She sang in bars and clubs, she would make good cash for just about a week but it would all go to waste because of her addiction to drugs. She was gorgeous, and I loved watching her sing on that stage, wearing the same dress I'm wearing right now, however it's a bit tighter on me, she would have her cigarette in her left hand and whenever she brought it to her red painted lips she would make the men swoon. I'm guessing that's where I got my game of seduction, although I don't smoke, I do know how to smooth my way into getting what I want, but I do

I juѕt wanted hіm tо bе happy doing something hе loved. “It’ѕ fіnе, Iz, maybe it mіght tаkе оff. I dоn’t knоw, but rосk bаndѕ аrе tеn a реnnу, еvеrуоnе іѕ оut there trуіng tо get noticed. I juѕt lіkе to dо it fоr thе enjoyment, I’m nоt looking for fаmе.”

Apart from the important personalities that filled and glided around the hall, smiling and exchanging pleasantries, the top-tier members of the largest fashion industries in the city, alongside the designers, stylists, and models who were all eager to display and outshine each other with their creativity and artistic projects, There was also the sheer number of famous musicians present in the hall, prominent of which was the crooner of one of the most popular rock songs booming all around the country and even right now in this hall, "Babe Wreck My Soul." The brain and the face behind the hit track were no one else but the smooth and smiley-faced Matthew Stone. Many of the ladies in the hall

Her fangs descended, watching the four prominent men walk on stage. The lead singer, held piercings, black leather bracelets, his hair spiked with blonde tips holding a microphone as he held up his arm and parted his fingers in the traditional rock-and-roll style hand gestures. The drummer, donning a leather vest, pants, and thick silver-looking chains around his neck, began beating on his instruments.

I could hear him chuckling. "He's gone, you can take it off now." Someone whispered. I looked to my right to see the girl that was with him. I looked at her sheepishly. "Sorry, I kinda zoned out. I was trying to remember where have I heard that name." "Well, he's a famous rockstar. He is taking a break from touring to study business." She replied. "Oh yeah, a lot of girls in high school would listen to him and drool over him." I chuckled.

"To who? Who is this guy?" "He's a professional photographer. He makes lots of dough." "Oh," he stared at the road and played with his ebony black hair. "I didn't know. I wonder why she didn't tell me. She didn't even mail me an invitation either." "I don't think she knew when you were getting out, man." Dario chuckled trying to lighten the mood. His hair tickled his forehead and he ran his hand through it to move it. "Seven... Are you alright?" "Yeah." He opened his friend's phone and asked, "What's his name?"

I didn't really care much to research about this pack, in fact nothing about it concerned me except for the fact that my celebrity crush belonged here. Dustin Bennett is a famous leader of the pop boys band, 7Rocks, as pertaining to the fact of being seven in number. I'd always had a crush on him right from high school and some day wished to marry him, I researched and found out he has six identical brothers of which he was the second.

“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.”

“Meaning that I’ve always been a musician, even when I was that five-year-old who nicked his mum’s paycheck and bought a guitar from the pawnshop. This rock star nonsense, that’s just been the last couple of years.” “Oh. So… is there any part of being a rock star that you like?” He paused and thought. “I’d say playing with other rock stars… but we were all just musicians when we first got together, weren’t we? The rock star bit just happened along the way.” “So you’d be okay just going back to Athens and playing the clubs there, then? Nobody knowing who you are?” He

In the back of my mind, I know my mom's right. I'm in love with the boy who captures my anxiety and throws it out the window. I'm in love with the boy who paints my smile and colors my cheeks. I'm in love with the boy who wipes my tears and holds me close. I'm in love with the boy who doesn't try to fix me, the boy who understands. I'm in love with the boy whose name is Declan Anderson, the boy who is my rock. And what if he doesn't feel the same way?