Rockstar Book Novels & Stories

"So? Just cut the crap, woman. Are you going to waste my time talking nonsense all day?" "If possible, I want to waste my time talking trash all my life to you. As long as you get to hear my voice, sweetheart." Rock sighed, feeling helpless and fed up. Just listening to this woman gave him a migraine. "Alright, that's it. I have had enough, goodbye," "No, wait, wait, wait!!!!" Nora shouted, seeing that Rock was actually going to end the call. "What?" "I will be serious now." "Why did you ask me to read that book?"

Also, the playlist for this book is as follows: Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez Say Yes To Heaven - Lana Del Ray I Want You Anyway - Jon McLaughlin The Night We Met - Lord Huron Before You Leave Me- Alex Warren Can't Lose - I.B.K The Good Ones - Gabby Barrett Another Love - Tom Odell Daylight - David Kushner Wait For Me - Johnny Drille Steady My Heart - Kari Jobe Rivers Flows In You - Yiruma Wonder- Shawn Mendes These songs are always in replay and help set the options and rhythm for the book. Hope you love them XD

Actual tears glistened in his eyes. “I haven’t cried in years, Sienna. Not since that night. But you… you make me feel everything again. The good and the fucking terrifying.” The raw vulnerability in his face hit me like a punch. The cocky rockstar was gone. This was the real Nova — broken, angry, and looking at me like I was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. “I’m scared too,” I whispered, the fight draining out of me. “Scared of how much I want you. Scared this is going to destroy us both.”

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.”

“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.,”

“If you still don’t mind, can we still use the new couple pen I have if you don’t want to?" “I want to,” Rocky said as he brought his book and the same pen he told me he lost. “Let’s begin,” “I thought you said you lost it." I said it with a frown. “Ah… I guess I lied, shall we?” Rocky opened his book while I sat there, wondering why he needed to lie in the first place.

I asked, realizing how sore I might get after tonight. "Do you want to? That’s going to be okay. You’re too sore to walk around, therefore, you can stay longer on my bed. We can do this for a few more nights,” he suggested, standing in front of me with so much confidence and might. "No way!” I was appalled. “This is just a one-time-big-time thing. This is going to be the first and last, Rockstar,” I added, taking a deep breath. “Now, let me see this little rockstar down there.”

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

“I booked this house for the week.” The stranger raised an eyebrow, still dripping, completely unbothered by his near-naked state. “Funny. So did I.” He walked over to the kitchen counter with easy confidence, water trailing behind him on the hardwood floor, and picked up his phone. After a few taps, he turned the screen toward her. Same booking confirmation. Same dates. Same beach house. Lila’s stomach dropped. “This has to be a mistake.” “Or the universe has a sense of humor,” he replied, that charming smile deepening. He extended a large hand. “I’m Kai. Kai Rivera.”

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.