Rock X Revy Novels & Stories

I don’t like the look on her face. “That was Gabby.” She tells me. “Ok,” I reply. “I am guessing she was the woman here with hottie #1 and hottie #2.” I say to her. “Yes, she is the assistant to Brady, hottie #2. They manage the band Crazy.” Evie explains. I know who that band. They are one of the biggest rock bands. I have been a fan since they released their first album five years ago. I look at her. I am not sure why she is smiling at me.

"Thank you so much. Can I know your name so my family knows who to thank?" He'd had his back to me as he'd said, "My last name is Stone, and my name is Skyl—" Mom had interrupted him with a screech, saying, "Rory! You're finally back, Rory! You scared the hell out of me!" That was when love had begun without warning. It took root in my heart and sprouted into a towering tree. From that day on, I started asking around about my savior and found out he was Tyler, the heir of the Stone family. His parents doted on him, and he was an only child.

Meredith stands beside the pyre. She takes a steadying breath before she begins. “We are here to say goodbye to one of our own. A friend. A brother. A mate. A father. Gregory Reva. “He was a beacon of joy. A shoulder to cry on. A constant source of light when things got dark. Gregory was one of the finest wolves—and finest men—I’ve ever known.” Across the clearing, wolves howl in mourning, feet stomping in rhythm, a physical echo of grief that rises through the sky.

He immediately shouted out: "Has the forensics team arrived yet?" "Sir, they're on their way." The man who answered him is a young police. The man looks around the area, involuntarily frowns, “Turn off this damn sound." As he spoke, he pointed at the playing vintage cassette player. After a while, he noticed a handsome young man who was touching and measuring something next to the victim's body, especially the mysterious black rose. The young man mutters: "Black rose- revenge, punishment and death, hmmm, how interesting”.

Adam grins, knowing he won. Adam sees Mariah looking outside the window. “Do you like music, Dr.Mariah,” Adam asks in a soft voice. Oh how much Mariah loves when Adam calls her name in his soft voice. Mariah turns towards Adam and nods. Adam extends his hand to play some music so Mariah won’t feel uncomfortable throughout the whole ride. (♪) Georgia, wrap me up in all your- I want you in my arms Oh, let me hold you I'll never let you go again like I did

This life's go no escape, Go hard until I can't see straight, Sunlight burn in' my eyes, How the fuck am I still alive? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa)

Vicky said glaring at Eve. "Molly, did you hear that?" Eve reports. "I think she's right, you just displayed that moment ago when you insulted her family background" Molly supported Vicky. Eve glares at her, rolls her eyes, hisses and walks away angrily. "Suit yourselves" "Whatever!" Vicky breaths. "What do you think about Tyler?" Molly asks. "What? Don't tell me you are reciprocating to that thin guy, he's a friend to our enemy, remember?" Vicky asks in surprise. Molly only shook her head, sighed and left. "Incredible!"

“Kindly come and have your seat, Mr. Rohan. I am delighted to have you here today. I would appreciate it if you could help minimize your stay here; please, I have other things to do.” Maxwell laughed out loud "Insincere, but I will take that,” he said as he came to sit in front of her. Reyona ignored the way his eyes travelled over her. She couldn’t ignore the heat that seemed to chase after the path that his eyes took, and she wondered if she was coming down with fever, as she suddenly felt feverish when the mint and spice smell of his cologne wafted to her nose. “You are welcome to ReyDexter." “You don’t have to use the sales exec pitch tone with me, Reyona. I know just how capable you are

“Who drugged my mate?” Prairie Rose The drumming ceased as abruptly as it had when Agnar first walked in. The silence in the place was its own roar, but then a younger man, slightly blurry to Prairie Rose’s eyes, stepped from the circle of dancers. He was still clothed, all in black, but she could see sweat soaked his shirt. It clung damply to him, outlining his powerful body. “I did.” Another younger man, probably early twenties and built as powerfully big as the first, joined him. He was naked from the waist up and his sweat-slicked skin glistened in the firelight. “I did.”

Randy yelled, gripping his slitted wrist. Trevor rammed into him whilst he was nursing the wound on his wrist and slit his throat. Blood splattered around the bar and onto Trevor's face. A wicked grin appeared on his face, and his blue-green eyes darkened whilst he drank from Randy before tossing his body aside. He did the same with the other two presents, and he felt a sudden surge of strength within him. His face tilted into the air, and he howled. His blue-green eyes swirled into a yellowish-gold colour, and he brought the knife to his lip, licking the last drop of blood before stepping out of the bar into the moonless night.