Rockstar Chica Novels & Stories

Some guy introduced. "Laura." She kept it short. "Nice to meet you, I'm Cheyenne." Cheyenne introduced herself. "Pleasure is all mine. So what brings you ladies here?" Roland said. "Why your concert of course." Laura replied. "Busted dude. I'm Damien." Damien replied slapping him on the shoulder. "The drummer, yes I know." Laura replied. "Nice to meet you. I'm Cheyenne." Chey said. "Who are the pretty ladies’ you guys are chatting up?" Erik asked.

Victor watched Mirage through the window into the DJ booth. She was smiling brightly at the DJ as she answered questions about her show. She wore a t-shirt advertising herself, over a pair of jeans, biker boots, and a cropped leather jacket, her hair slicked back into her signature ponytail, complete with pink-tipped extensions, and looked every part of the rockstar that she was. “She is holding up,” Vice murmured. “She is strong, our Mira.”

Mama Chika smiled happily as Rosalie smiled she hugged her before happily bouncing up. “I’m going to sing a song.” Rosalie announced as the DJ passed her a microphone. She smiled happily as she found the song she wanted and the DJ helped her out. Its was Pink's Song ‘Bridge of Light.’ Drezic made sure his phone was on recording so he could send it to Chris and Rosco. As the song played they saw her grow stronger, almost like Asrar was behind her and she felt it. She felt stronger because Mama Chika was right. She was following in the pain of them leaving her she didn’t remember there love. It’s there love that kept her going and it will keep her going.

I want to do something for you - he said hesitantly. "Go on - she said and quickly placed her palms on her eyes like she knows there is a surprise. He just chuckled at her cute antics. Suddenly she hear some beautiful sound coming out. As she opened her eyes, she saw him holding a guitar and playing it like professionals and also singing beautifully. Main jitna tumhe dekhun Mann ye na bhare, Main jitna tumhe sochun Mann ye na bhare, In aankhon mein chhalakta hai

"Okay... uhm, nice to meet you all." Trace stepped up to me and smiled. "Savannah, meet my bandmates. This," He spread his arms wide being as dramatic as he possibly could "is the Riot Club."

, she said, sending me a quick wink, making me frown. "I do have fun in general", I said, scowling at her. She shrugged and nodded her head negatively. "I highly doubt that." "Well, my definition of fun differs from yours. Also, when compared to your brother, I think I am far better." Lisa started laughing. "Oh please! When compared to Aiden even an eighty-year-old grandma is fun." After doing my makeup, she made me put on a little black dress and got dressed. . . . After a long drive, she halted in front of the most famous club in Shoresland, Bloodentine. I immediately cringed after getting down the car because of the loud ringing music.

“You’ve got two companions who see you daily. That’s huge for a courtesan this early on.” “Only one,” I said as I sighed and began looking over the body paints. I didn’t have much left, and knew I couldn’t afford any more right now, but there was only one design I’d not worn in public yet; the one from my unveiling ceremony. “Tomichii doesn’t want me today. I’ve just got Keaton and then Rick until the very last hour of the day.”

someone else asked and a light was shown into my eyes again. “Minuscule amounts of morphine. Teachers said she is highly susceptible to drugs, gets addicted fast so nothing else. We bandaged and packed her up.” “Any family?” a second voice asked, this time a female. “There was a teacher that was said to be close friends with the family. She called them while we were busy with her.” “So how does a nineteen year old rock star fall off the edge of a cliff?” a third voice asked. “Apparently she was exhausted. She might look like a kid but she has an adult life. Works at a bar, drinks, smokes; she even drove her own car to the damn school camp.”

DANTE "Rochester won't be a problem anymore," Outside the office, I disconnected the call with Santini, handed the flip-phone to one of my guys and kept walking down the hallway as six of them flanked me. Inside the dance floor, the bass from the speakers thundered, filled with bright colorful lights, club goers waved glo-sticks and were gyrating to the hip-hop music. A couple of women made eye contact with me as I passed them, they could be easy pickings.

She looked down at Rebecca and arched an eyebrow as she asked, "How about some music, my little Becky bitch?" Rebecca quickly went through her music list on her phone and hit play. Motley Crue's "Girls, girls, girls," began to play. I tightened my grip on Cindy and rubbed my face against her neck as Alicia began to dance to the music. She made a show of slowly stripping off her shorts to reveal a black lace thong. Alicia bent over sensually and pressed her ass closer to Rebecca's face. I watched as Rebecca licked her lips in anticipation. Alicia then began pulling up her shirt, then dropping it back down teasingly, until she finally pulled it over her head to reveal a matching black lace bra