Rockstars Gf Novels & Stories

She blew a couple of kisses into the phone. She set the phone back onto the table, and her eyes returned to the floor and the stage beyond. From the music, he assumed a burlesque act played. He would normally be interested in the show, but from here he had a fascinating view of what the g string did not cover. There was a pink gemstone in the piercing and the tattoo read: “M-E No – ors” around the interruption of the fabric.

It wasn't worth thinking over, she just wanted to have fun as Hailey had suggested, removing all the thoughts and giving them problems. Hailey started to play a song and soon, they both started to sing along, clapping and shaking their bodies to the tune of the song. About another ten minutes late, they arrived at the club "Energy and Surface” and they got out of the car and then make their way towards the long line and wait. As soon as they reach the front of the line, Hailey reached into the back pocket of her short jeans skirt to pull out her fake ID but the man at the door shook his head at her.

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER SEVEN MARIA PAUL'S POV ********************************* I got home after a long day sorting books, amongst others. The bookshop needed some cleaning and i was ready to the task. I stared at the envelope given to me by miss debbie and to be honest am between crossroads. I dont know what to do or to say, am scared of attending public events but should i let peter control how i function forever? A tear slipped from my eye, my life has been tiring and most times i think of ending it all. But i can't be that selfish, how would my parents heal from the indelible wound i might have caused in their poor weary hearts.

Lucifer said and laughed. "I want to tell you something." Lucy said, she and Charlotte looked at each other and the woman looked surprised. "What?" Azza said. "I'm not allowed to play guitar." He said. "How about the concert?" When Jam asks. "It's okay dude. We can find a substitute guitarist. Our fans will understand your situation." Promise of Pheonix. "Yes, there are many artists in the Agency who can play guitar for us first." Promise of Azza. "Thanks Bro." He smiled and started slapping the eight pieces of Chicken.

Victor was rendered speechless for a moment, before he turned to Dustin, bewildered and out of breath. “Bro, do you know who that goddess was?” Dustin laughed heartily. “I have no idea, dude. But that kiss… You mean to tell me you didn’t know the woman who took your breath away with just one kiss?” “No, I don’t know her…” “Well… It definitely seemed as if you two were familiar… Wait a minute!” The bartender snapped his fingers in a moment of inspiration. Dustin turned to the computer behind the bar and consulted the names of the customers who had started drink tabs.

I ordered the latter to be polite and tuned into the music when she headed to the kitchen. This Deiter guy wasn't half bad. A little twangy, and country wasn't my thing, but his voice was pleasant. I missed most of his first song, but the second was about chasing love and storms. I ate my mozzarella sticks and chatted with her grandfather's friends while she introduced the next three musicians. By the time I finished my beer, the Gator fellow was on his fifth of five songs. He did a rock set that reminded me a little of Matchbox Twenty. Not bad.

Actual tears glistened in his eyes. “I haven’t cried in years, Sienna. Not since that night. But you… you make me feel everything again. The good and the fucking terrifying.” The raw vulnerability in his face hit me like a punch. The cocky rockstar was gone. This was the real Nova — broken, angry, and looking at me like I was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. “I’m scared too,” I whispered, the fight draining out of me. “Scared of how much I want you. Scared this is going to destroy us both.”

I pulled out my gift and was about to hand it to the groom, Daniel Pearce, when he glanced at me and muttered under his breath, "What kind of knockoff is that? And he has the nerve to show up wearing it." His voice was low, but it reached me clearly. I assumed at first that the stress of the day had put him in a foul mood. But when he took my gift and gave it a testing squeeze, he looked up, smirking. "Who dragged this charity case in here? "Fake belt, low-effort gift. And he still has the cheek to show up for a free meal? "Our reception costs two thousand dollars a head. This isn't the kind of place people like you belong."

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.

Owen added as the keyboardist and his girlfriend stepped out of the house. “Hi,” the young, blonde woman beamed. “Oh my gosh, I so want your autograph, if that isn’t rude to ask. And a photo. I am such a fan. I went to your last three concerts and own every one of your albums.” “She does,” Seb confirmed. “Sure,” Mirage replied. “We will do it after lunch.” “Oh, so cool.” “So, you are moving into rock?” Seb waded down the stairs into the pool and grimaced as the cold of the water hit him. “Pool isn’t heated?” He complained.