Rockstar Chica Novels & Stories

I'm free bitches...apparently the girl dropped all charges against me,i don't have no criminal record well for now...im gon mess up again just know it....im chilling in my house minding my business yeah I do miss my woman,but she left and I hope she does come back...she may be older than me with 4 years but she's still my lady (Rina is 24 not 27 sorry y'all) I heard a knock on my door" it's open " I yelled,and there came Claudine yelling out my name

Stacy. She had appeared out of nowhere like a shadow sliding into place. Her black hair was messy in a purposeful way, bits of it falling across her dark eyeliner. Her tattoos peeked out from her sleeves whenever she moved, lines and shapes Tina didn’t have time to decipher. The combat boots made her a little taller than Tina remembered. “Hey there, birthday girl,” Stacy said, her voice low and smooth, almost lost under the bass. She gave Tina a look that felt like a spark catching. “I’m Stacy. Jenna’s chaos partner. You look like you need a break from Chad-tastic.”

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.”

I caressed her face while kissing and finally we got away. “It was awesome,” she whispered. “Oh my bold girl, yes it was” She blushed hard. “Oh Alex, I hope you get well soon--” she stopped. She knew that the moment I got well, she would leave. “Oh, I mean…” “I know what you mean but I hope i don’t ever get well now” She looked at me with anger. “Say that again” “I hope I get well soon” She laughed. “Oh see! The gangster is scared of me!”

She sang, "a Porsche. Bitch, you got a whole Porsche!" ~~~ My close circle of friends is made up of four crazy and ambitious women, wanting to break borders and be the best in whatever they do. There's me of course, the hard hearted materialistic one. Then there's Thembisa, the tomboy gangster since birth. She`s got hardened features, a deep scar on her cheek from a stab wound she got for sleeping with a married gangster.

❤THEME SONG OF THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤ IT GIRL ' BY ' JASON DERULO'❤ ❤QUOTE RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤️ I've been looking under rocks and breaking locks Just tryna find ya I've been like a manic insomniac Five steps behind ya Tell them, other girls, they can hit the exit Check, please 'Cause I finally found the girl of my dreams Much more than a Grammy award That's how much you mean to me

Mom giggled like a teenager, covering her mouth, proudly flashing her newly painted fake nails. My teeth ground together as I shifted my glare to Ricochet. He was still sitting pretty, legs crossed, one arm lazily draped along the backrest of the sofa, looking offensively gorgeous in a simple white polo and brown trousers. Like he didn’t just walk back into my life and flip it upside down.

I chuckled softly, he was so intent on. The sky looks very clear tonight. and we were witnessed by the beauty of the stars above. Chiko sat beside me with the guitar in his lap. The sound of the guitar began to sound, Chiko smiled at me. "This sing for you," he whispered and began to sing. Can I call you baby? Can you be my friend? Can you be my lover Up until the very end? Let me show you love Oh, no pretend Stick by my side even when The world is caving in, yeah...

We have history, a very passionate history. Guitar strumming begins on the stage as Sheila goes off to finish her shift. Music in a rapid pulse radiates in my inner ear. All eyes are on the band as Raven begins to sing a song about oozing with heartbreak. I turn away from the stage. My back to it, I can hear the many sounds, but the clarity of her voice stands out. Hypnotizing, she sings, and I can’t get up and leave even though my body wants to. "You want to dance?" A redhead asks me, snagging the empty chair next to me. She looks like the standard type that would be slumming in these types of bars. Chubby features are highlighted by smeared blue eye shadow and thick black eyeliner.

We leave the bar to get closer to the stage when the band we came here to see starts setting up. Tate is a guitarist, I can definitely see how he and Chase are friends, he’s the most put-together one of the whole band, he’s wearing jeans with a gray blazer, and thick black flamed glasses, but at the same time, he’s handsome. A blonde woman, who almost resembles Carrie Underwood, is placing a microphone in a stand. Chase hasn’t taken his eyes off of her since she entered the stage. I get the feeling someone has got a little crush brewing. Once the band is set up, they start playing and they’re actually quite good. Chase’s friend has surprised me by a long shot, he’s a total natural on