Rockstar Novels & Stories

"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."

he asks, I nod, "Alright, I guess that sounds a lot easier. They have a lot more stability than me, it would be a no-brainer to approve them." "Yeah. I think this would be good for you, Rockstar, and maybe Nico can help you raise the kid, that would give him a glimpse into the future he's denying himself," I joke, lightly pushing Nico with my shoulder, "And maybe you two could find some interesting things about yourselves along the way…” "I'd quite literally rather die," Nico mutters in a deadpan tone, but Rocky lets out a big laugh. "Well, I've been sleeping with lots of men lately," he wiggles his eyebrows, "It's been shit, though. Danny kept trying to cuddl

“They must be nice. She isn’t crying.” “Not like that nasty one who hit her.” I narrow my eyes and look at Tessa. “Camila hit you?” Her eyes go wide and she cups her cheek as if remembering the sting. “We’ll deal with that later,” I say, stepping away from Tessa and addressing the forest. “My name is Reagan Holstin. Do you know who I am?” I hear gasps. “Did she say Holstin?” “Like the Guardians.” “Oh this pack is in for it.”

My stubbornness had kept us apart for three whole years. The office door opened. Jeremiah stood there and saw my tears. "Will you listen to me now?" I wiped my tears. "You don't need to explain. It's already over." "No, it's not," he said. "I've spent every day for the last three years beating myself up for not explaining properly. I should never have let you walk away." I lowered my head. "It's too late, Jeremiah." "It's not." Jeremiah crouched and met my eyes. "Just give me a chance."

Her toes were painted light pink, the same shade as her dress, and she had a brown hair color. The second boy, OMG! He was tall like his companion, and he had a wide chest lean muscle thing going for him. The hair on his head was shining black, and he had grey eyes. He had Chace Crawford look going for him, only with the black hair difference. In fact, he looked like he was the one, if she didn’t know any better.

"What do you want? Do you know whose lady this is? You better leave now!" "Blah, blah, blah!" Scarface said nonchalantly. "Who cares about who she belongs to. As long as I look at her face, I will let her go. But don't think you can just escape from my hand." The three dark figures next to each other laughed and agreed. One of them with a big mole on his face said. "Ronan, this other little human girl looks pretty too. She's so beautiful. You can give her to us if you don't want to."

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'

Vice sulked as he waded his way to the steps. Mirage laughed. Once everyone had settled around the beautifully dressed table and helped themselves to the food, Seb tried again. “So, changing from pop to rock, is interesting?” He prompted. “I was rock, before I got into pop,” she explained. “But the label preferred me as pop, so that is how I was rebranded when I signed with them.” “Rock rock, or pop rock?” James wondered. “There are so many sub genres and fusions of rock,” Seb complained. “We’re pop rock,” he pointed out to the drummer.

Back in Assura, I only heard the painful cries of our people but this--- this scene in front of me is something I refer to as a nightmare. I heard Nereza's intense growl and she's facing three rogues all alone. I saw how she lash at them and bit their limbs. One rogue is down and two are left so I took the chance to fire the weapon I am holding. With deep breaths and determination, I let go of the silver arrow. I did it! I hit the rogue! I heard his painful wail and I saw how he slowly crumbled to the ground. Nereza took down the last one and I nod in relief.

“I let them play, so if you want to blame someone, blame me.” Rex looked at Logan and me as if he could kill. “Whatever, man,” he said, and then pulled his guitar from the case. He took a rag from his case and started rubbing down the guitar. Then, he turned back to us. “What? Are you going to stand there all day and watch?” “Whatever.” Logan took my hand and led me from the room. “Was that Rock?” I asked, realizing that he was from the band Stonehenge. Logan laughed. “Yeah. His real name is Rex Oscar Collings-Kensington, but he goes by Rock.” Then, he mumbled under his breath, “What an ass.”