Rock Stories Novels & Stories

Dustin’s adoption of Navy’s new nickname for his friend drove the point home. “You have never let anything stand in the way of anything you’ve ever wanted, bro! You wanted to open a nightclub? You did! You wanted to open twenty? You did! You wanted hotels? There you go! Navy went out on a limb to be with you, and she got burned,” Dustin said, getting in Victor’s face. “Fight for her.” Victor brought his fingertips to his eyes and rubbed them. “She’s gone,” he sighed. “It’s too late.”

Rio and I immediately hid in the dark. "We'll be able to get all of the stones soon. And then lord will be happy and reward us." I heard a man say that. Another laughed. "Ones the stones are complete we'll be able to unite it and change the world." Suddenly my heartbeat quickened. What are they planning? Reuniting the stones? Making it as one? Is that what they mean? I was able to breathe as the men disappeared. "I think we might be needing my father's help, Rio." I didn't wait for him to answer and walked to the plane first.

A horde of ‘tweens almost trample me. Yup. Shit just got real. The situation is more terrifying than when I went to the opening night of the final Twilight movie. I thought those little bitches were scary but they don’t hold a candle to this crowd. There is nobody to blame but me. I am desperate enough to confront my ex, the lead singer of Pieces of Abel, at Oklahoma’s largest rock festival of the year, Rocklahoma. Sucks when I’m the cause of my misery.

We stood in the snow, sharing another kiss. *THE END* __Finally, I'm done with "Stone-Hearted." Thank God! Just kidding, you wouldn't end it like that, Richard, right? Sit tight and enjoy.__ *2 MONTHS LATER* Anika's P.O.V Things had been going smoothly for me. I finally saw the real Richard and moved on with my life. I didn't confront him or whatever, I just broke up with him over the phone and let him know that I had already figured out his tactics.

he says pulling me toward him, he tries to hug me, but I stand there stiff. "Long time ago, a mama wolf was lonely, she had no pack, and was pregnant with a baby, too worried about her baby the mama wolf made a deal with hell" he says, the story sounded too real, it wasn't just a story, he's talking about my mom, I felt it.

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.

“Damn, what did you do to her?” Rocky was the brother I wished I had. Long before my art company and suits and ties, Rocky and I were young, reckless and dangerous together. We didn’t just trade guns on the black market. We traded everything. Stories. Shirts. Sometimes even girls. He was everything I wished Terruso and I were. I didn’t even give him a blink. I just swirled my glass, because there was not a single joke in me after that shit Maddison pulled. Rocky’s grin faded. He dropped a folder on the table, tapping it once. “Right down to business I guess. Bernie Stone.,”

We bickered playfully. In order to thank her for taking care of me, I treated her to a good meal at a very expensive restaurant. The gaming studio’s game had just launched, and it was doing very well. I had also become a rising star in the fashion industry. After dinner, I scrolled on my phone and came across some breaking news. [Ivy Anderson’s Love Has Turned to Hate! She Killed Liam White in a Car Accident!] At the same time, Augustus walked out of the bathroom.

“Yes Yes! I’m a huge fan of them. I never fail to get myself a copy of their latest editions whenever they drop. It’s as if their stories speak to me directly” Rocky’s were a popular group of friends who documented their experiences in various aspects of life. They usually told stories revolving around Love, relationships, lifestyle and all that stuff. I had been following their works from the very beginning of it all and just like I told Madam Morello, I never failed to stay updated whenever they had a new edition out. “Wow! I thought I was the only one around here. You know, people thinks it’s stupid. My kids believe the stories are all made up, but I doubt that” She divulged.

As opposed to me, who had $50,000 in student loans, no job to speak of, and had to beg my parents for rent money for a shitty studio apartment in Queens. Which is another reason it had been so hard to turn down the Rolling Stone gig: I was so tired of being a flat-broke failure. “If you take the gig, you’ll probably be drinking Cristal every night,” she prodded. “Or at least really good bourbon. I hear they like to party hard.” “I doubt Ryan does.” “Ha! That’s probably true.” She sighed and propped her chin on her palm. “I hit on two band members before they got rich and famous… and I struck out with both of them.”