Rockstar Slash Novels & Stories

He abruptly turned to his former best friend and decided to give him a piece of his mind. "You wanna talk? Fine." His face turned red with fury. "Fuck you!" He jabbed him in the chest with his long finger. Seven stumbled back but did not fall. "You stood there and watched when they killed my parents and burned down my home. You didn't do shit!" Tears brimmed his eyes. Tears of anger and frustration. "We were best friends. We were brothers!" He yelled. "Brothers don't betray each other. I hope you're enjoying your rich and wonderful life now. With your fancy car and fancy house, I hope you burn in hell. When you joined that gang, you turned your back on us. On me! One day you'll get back the

She wouldn’t look at him, so he knew that it couldn’t have been good. “Okay…” Dustin replied and hit ‘play’. “‘Hello, Seattle!’” the administrator of the Seattle Whispers site screeched from the computer speakers. “‘Boys and girls, we have an exclusive for you today! Mr. Vic ‘The Sin’ Hook getting served! Warning! Watch it alone!’” Victor watched as the video switched from the admin’s face to a clip in which Navy was visibly on her knees in front of him. A pixelated square covered his cock and a portion of her face.

Thus, Lucas sauntered toward the stone stage and placed his hands over the black, old treasure chest. Without hesitation, Lucas opened it up. All of a sudden, a bright light shone. After the bright light faded, Lucas beamed into the treasure chest and found a skill scroll. It looked like a very old script. It had the wordings, "Immemorial Demonic Slash!" Immemorial Demonic Slash: Grade S skill. With a slash, three thousand phantoms will appear and make everything it comes into contact with vanish. It can be upgraded to Grade SSS.

I hear the old bastard utter. “One million dollars,” someone else at my left counter. “Two million dollars ,” I hear another bastard say. “Fifty million,” I hear myself say, erupting whispers from the crowd.

"Do you really think that I'd allow myself to be alone and defenseless even after knowing all of this?" As soon as I finished speaking, the ropes binding my hands were cut by a small hidden knife. I kicked Camden hard, aiming for his weak spot and sending the knife flying. At the same moment, the warehouse doors burst open. Don lunged at me with a knife, but a police officer shot him in the hand, forcing him to drop the weapon. I took the opportunity to kick Nevaeh to the ground and watched as all three of them writhed in pain and screamed.