Rock Star Romance Novels & Stories

I don’t care about who Roman dates! He answers quickly, “Firstly, am not dating her, I’m not dating anyone as I’ve said countless times” Either my anger at him is waning or I’m beginning to lose my discipline because I ask yet another ridiculous question. “And Whitney? Don’t even try to deny it Roman, Robyn said you’re having sex with her” He rolls his eyes at my mention of Whitney’s name. “Robyn needs to keep her mouth out of my business and Whitney and I just fucked, once. And secondly, they're all not as fun as you are”

"Yes, almost every night. But this one felt so real. When he shot me, I could feel myself dying." Rock sighed, worried for me. "Fuck, baby. What can I do to help you through this?" I pushed him back down and lay on his chest. Rock gently rubs his hand up and down my back, providing comfort. I gaze into his eyes and slowly move closer to his face. I lean in and kiss him passionately. We continue kissing for a while until Rock shifts our position, hovering over me. He then leans down and playfully nips my bottom lip before trailing kisses down to my jaw. I tilt my head back, granting him better access to my neck, and he takes full advantage of it. Meanwhile, Rock's hand ventures further down m

“So, you hire me as a dancer for his new tour, expect me to get close enough to him to make him fall in love with me, and if somehow it is possible for me to make that happen, I’m just supposed to break his heart? All so he can write and perform better songs?” Monica gives one fervent nod of her head. “Exactly. Heartbreak sells, sweetie. And Nash needs someone to break his heart again so he can connect with his music. It’ll need to be one hell of a broken—” “If he falls in love with me.” A baby cries in the background; it’s shrieking loud and interrupting the hip atmosphere of the restaurant. Monica’s eyes flick to the area where the cries are coming from before bringing her brown-eyed gaze

“Right… Okay, you two need to do away with the friendship between the two of you. Even if you two are alone together, you need to practice your romance. Acting out under the watchful eyes of people will look easy for you but stiff to the onlookers.” Raina came over to where I was and pointed at Sandy. “Have you two even kissed before?” She asked and it felt like the room became smaller. “K-Kissed?” Sandy chuckled. “No… why would we do that?” “You see?!” Raina’s loud voice made me jump. I sighed. “Can you go straight to the point?”

She straightened up in her seat, wiping her nose with the back of her hand as she nodded to the tablet. “I…” she mumbled, and needed a couple of tries to put up a full sentence. “I’m honored and I’m thrilled, it’s such a great song! And he made it for me? Jesus! I can’t even begin to wrap my mind around it. But…” Silvia sighed, rubbed her face, ran her hands through her hair. “I need a man, Miyen. A man who loves me. A real man, flesh and blood and here. Not a rockstar on a stage, wasting his talent on me because I dared to say no.” Her friend squinted. “What? Sil, he’s telling you he loves you.”

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

“You have to keep coming back. You have to keep earning it. Show me you want more than just my body.” Roman groaned as I moved faster. “I do want more. I want to know you. The real you. Not just Destiny on stage.” I leaned in and kissed him hard, our tongues fighting. “Then tell me something real. Right now.” He thrust up against me as I kept sliding on his cock. “I hate my job sometimes. Everyone thinks I have this perfect life because I design big buildings. But I’m fucking exhausted. Coming here… seeing you… it’s the only thing that feels real lately.”

“You’ve been my rock, Sylvester. Your support has meant everything to me.” Their closeness intensified, the air between them charged with unspoken feelings. Sylvester cupped her face in his hands, his gaze locked onto hers. “I want you to know how much you mean to me. You’ve been my guiding light through all the darkness.” Rayka’s breath caught in her throat as Sylvester leaned in. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them. Their lips met in a tender, passionate kiss, a culmination of their shared journey and deep connection. The kiss was both a promise and a celebration of the love that had carried them through their trials.

"Well, this is what makes you never last forever in a relationship. You've never been yourself." "What do you mean?" "You always try to be someone else to please your boyfriend. It won't last long, Ra. The proof is now Varo dumped you because he said you were too spoiled. Ari, your previous boyfriend, dumped you because you were too independent." "Can I get married if my relationship always ends like this? I want to be like anyone of our age who are already married." Ryan rolled his eyes lazily. "why do you always talk about it? Hey, being single means we're preparing for the arrival of a better love. Positive thinking, Ra!"

At least I hope he is. When I finish the burrito, I lean back on the couch and grab my e-reader from the coffee table. A new book in my favorite Boy Band series released a few days ago, and I've waited to start. Every woman who reads romance has her favorite genre. Billionaires, vampires, sports stars, the list goes on and on, but for me it's musicians. Moody rockers to be precise. I'd never date one in real life... well except the DJ incident a few months ago. In reality, musicians are way too moody. But in books I get the best parts of them without having to live with drug overdoses and the cheating.