Rockstar One Piece Novels & Stories

“I have you, Little One.” “Mommy,” she whined and Jasmine gently kissed the top of her head. “I know, Flower, I’m so sorry, I wish I could take it all away for you,” she whispered. “But you will start to feel better soon.” “Here we go, Little One,” Raze said as he held out her favorite Pikachu cup. “Try and drink just a little bit of juice, okay? It will help your throat and tummy.” She took a few sips then laid back against Jasmine’s chest. “No move, Mommy.”

He keeps her phone in his hand, waiting for Luke to call again but then he sees text messages coming in. ‘Sorry was busy before so I couldn’t give you a call’ ‘Things took time more than it should be, but all clear’ ‘How’s Seoul? Are you okay? Yoan?’ ‘I hope I can spend more time with you and Yoan. Love to get to know your ‘previous’ life’ ‘I miss you, can’t forget our meaningful making love while ago’ ‘I got you a ring. I chose it by myself. No rush, but I couldn’t wait to give you a new life as Rei Miller’

As soon he was about penetrate, with the speed of lightning, I reached down to his penis and with every strength in me, I bent his erected manhood. Even I was shocked as he yelled, it sounded like the voice of a mad man. He yelled in pain though not before he hit me in the face. I saw his face as he felt that pain and I had seen nothing like that on anyone. It took me about two minutes before I could get to my feet. Luckily for me, Clenk was still on the floor crying. Holding on to his stuff like it was a broken wand. Without any hesitation, I picked up a very big rock that no human could carry and I smashed it on his head. He lost his consciousness and in minutes, I had dressed up in my clo

He was frozen in his spot and just wanted to watch the beautiful goddess but was brought back to reality when foreign hands lay on his mate's hip. A growl bubbled in his throat as he watched her dance with a stranger. It was a rogue too so Lucas was even more determined to rip it's head off it's body. The rogue bent down to whisper something in her ear as Lucas tried to make his way through the clusters of bodies. "You don't sound like Lu Lu!" A frown was brought to her face that wiped the confident smirk off the guys face. "What the f*ck is a Lu Lu?" He asked but she pulled him down towards her by his collar.

I was overwhelmed by his words, I froze with bewilderment and I wasn’t able to hide it, he just smiles at me, brought out my hand and place the red rose in my hand, but that wasn’t my concern, All I wanted to know is what exactly he meant by it, “does he know… does he know I… no! it can’t be, I know I could be obvious a few times, but that’s equal to nothing,” my head was clouded with thoughts of questions I could not get the answers to. Then, my driver sounded the horn again, and this time I think he became mad, because the sound of the horn was so loud, I shudder out of fright, which caused me to prick my index finger and my thumb on the thorns of the rose I’m holding.

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.

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

I said, nodding my head and raising my eyebrows mockingly. “Is that too big a word for a rock musician to use, Ms. Journalism Snob?” he teased me. “Just show me your other tattoos, Rock Boy.” He had a lot of them. I had to admit, the presentation was pretty cool. They were linked in a beautiful, twisting frame composed of sinuous shapes, like those centuries-old Japanese paintings of ocean waves, or a beautiful depiction of twisting vines. And amidst the twisting shapes were individual symbols that appeared like paintings hung in a gallery.

I gasp against his lips, my hands instinctively gripping his arms as I try to steady myself. When he pulls back, his eyes are alight with something fierce and certain. “See? You felt that, didn’t you?” he asks, his voice breathless. “There’s no denying it, Maerilee. I’m your One.” I stumble back, my mind reeling. I did feel it. The power was there, even stronger than it was with Akin. But how can that be? I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want River to be my One. Akin has to be it, right?

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.”