Rockstar Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

The stage has been set, as the crowd built up, it moved toward the stage, a pale mist cover the stage, the light went dark without the warning, the inconspicuous sound of music could be heard just over the chatter of the crowd, the adrenaline went through the roof, and the crowd becomes crazy, a live concert was started, a man looking around twenty-eight with a guitar entered into the stage, the atmosphere becomes phenomenal when he starts the performance, and the crowd started to chant or said screams out of the throat, “Rockstar…Rockstar…” “Rockstar!!!…”, a puzzled expression appeared on Tara's face, she didn't understand Why the crowd drove so crazy…?... and Who is the Rockstar…?... Tar

" He said, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me slightly. "Thanks," I whispered looking at the girl I was painting staring back at me, her lips were painted red with some of it dripping down her skin. The blue and white waves welled up in her eyes while some of it streamed down her face. I was only starting on her hair, and so far I had grey locks covering part of her face. "What is it that you can't do?" He asked with a smile on his face as he looked at the painting astonished. "Suck dick," I said looking up at him with a grin and he looked back down at me shocked before clearing his throat.

And amidst the twisting shapes were individual symbols that appeared like paintings hung in a gallery. A red hot chili pepper for… you guessed it. A dollar bill on a hook for Nirvana. The Rolling Stones’ famous lips. A Union Jack for The Who. An elaborate Celtic Cross with flowers and revolvers for… yes… Guns ‘n Roses. A black-inked portrait of Jim Morrison – the famous shot of him that everybody knows – that was done startlingly well, in minute artistic detail. And all over, woven into the fabric of the design, were quotes from some of the most famous rock ‘n roll songs of all time.

For a split second, the cocky rockstar disappeared and I saw something real — exhaustion, frustration, genuine confusion. “You’re dangerous,” I whispered. “I know.” His voice dropped even lower. “But so are you. Standing here in that tiny robe, nipples hard, fighting how bad you want me to bend you over this bed and fuck the attitude right out of you. I’d start slow, tease that pretty pussy until you’re begging. Then I’d give it to you deep and rough, just like you need.” “Stop,” I breathed, but my voice cracked. He smirked, still not touching me. “Tell me to leave again and I will. But we both know you don’t really want that.”

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.

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.”