Rockstar Slash Novels & Stories

She wiped the tears out of her eyes before standing up. "Dinner will be done in an hour or so." She smiled once again before leaving the room. I got up from the bed, walking over to the window again, I stumbled back in shock to see that a tall, young man stood outside. He had his back pressed against a black porshe and his hands on his hair,seemed he was talking on the phone. He had raven black hair and wore black slacks with a black buttoned down shirt, his sleeves were rolled up so you could see the well built biceps that adorned his cute body.

This life's go no escape, Go hard until I can't see straight, Sunlight burn in' my eyes, How the fuck am I still alive? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa)

“Push and push until everything breaks?” I leaned on the counter. “Because pushing is the only way I know how to feel anything real. After my old band… those fuckers stabbed me in the back. My best friend — the guy I called my brother — sold our songs to a rival label and left me with nothing but lawsuits and a needle in my arm. I lost the only family I had. Been destroying myself ever since. Fame, women, drugs… it all numbs the shit inside.” Sienna looked up, surprise softening her face. “I didn’t know.”

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 darted my red eyes to Nikona who was looking down at me with a blank face. My blood boiled and the strong itch to shred him into pieces felt against my fingertips. He killed her. A growl ripples out of my throat as I lunge forward and fling my hands to his throat.My claws pierce through his skin but before I could grip him tight, a strong hit strikes against the side of my face. A pulse throbbed in my head and I didn't realize when I fell harshly on the ground.His feet on my head shoves my face further into the harsh surface.

City A, 15 years ago, in a dilapidated house, the firelight was slowly spearing to every corner. The fire made a crackling, crackling, ticking sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Suddenly, the fire flared up violently. It engulfed everything it passed through. In that deadly fire, the image of a rose playing in the sea of ​​​​fire slowly appeared. It shone extremely brightly and then began to fade to ashes. That rose was like his heart. Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity.

His movements were savage, unrestrained, and ruled by raw fury. SLASH! The first lash cut through the air with a cruel hiss before it cracked across my back. The pain came instantly, searing and white-hot. It tore through skin and muscle, igniting nerves as if a fire had been lit beneath my flesh. My body shuddered with the impact, my knees threatening to give out. Yet, I refused to fall. My teeth ground together, and I kept silent. SLASH!! Then came the second strike. The sound echoed a wicked slash that reverberated through the open courtyard.

Multiple ammo came out with one shot banging through trees and leaves like walls, streams of endless bullets brightened the area and loud roars could be heard as they screamed in pain and distress. SLASH! He weaved as he felt a disturbed in the wind behind, he swirled into the air performing a swift backflip and landed behind the intruder. His head dropped, his goggle flashing to the darkness might. The Vampire turned at him, his nails extremely long and sharp. He dashed forward and slashed downward but Rapidfire bounced into the air acrobatically landing as stealth as a ghost on his feet, then launched forward like an arrow. He jerked an uppercut at his torso which send the latter sliding b

NASH “Hell no,” I snap, strumming out a few chords on my guitar to drown out her voice, making it known the conversation is over. Unfortunately, my manager is persistent and doesn’t give a rat’s ass if I’m done with the conversation or not. “It’s already been decided, Nash. I was just letting you know as a formality. Two days from now we’ll be holding auditions for this tour’s backup dancers.” I still refuse to look at her, instead staring down at my guitar, until I see two death trap shoes step in front of me.

I pushed them all and looked in their eyes. They again lunged for me and I slashed their flesh with my swords, spinning on my heels. They all moved away looking for any flaw in my movements while I showed them some tricks, twirling swords above my head, at my front and back. I was aiming for a man's leg after kicking in his ribs when hot stinging pain shot through my right hip. Blood was oozing out of the wound and the gash was so deep that it couldn't heal in seconds, it would take some time.