Rock Star Novels & Stories

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.”

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?

“It’s more fun this way.” We ate in tense silence for a minute before he spoke again, softer this time. “You know… it’s not easy, this life. Everybody wants a piece of you. The label, the fans, the media. They suck you dry until there’s nothing real left. Some nights I’m surrounded by hundreds of people and still feel completely fucking alone.” I looked up, surprised by the sudden honesty. His green eyes held mine for a moment, something raw flashing there. Then he blinked and the cocky mask returned. “But hey, at least the money’s good and the pussy’s endless. Right?”

I brought my pride and my guitar All my friends are all gone but there's manicured lawns And the people still think I'm a star I walked around downtown I met some fans on Lafayette They said tell us how to make it 'cause we're getting real impatient So I looked 'em in the eye and said You don't wanna be high like me Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing Stuck up on that stage singing All I know are sad songs, sad songs Darling, all that I know are sad songs, sad songs The seniors looked away from me. “I’m n