Rockstars Gf Novels & Stories

He swaggered into the office with a mocking grin. "Hey, my fiancee. Oh, wait. That's not right. You left me to face all the cold stares and ridicule alone at the engagement banquet, so I guess the engagement didn't exactly happen. "I should just call you… Ms. Shaw." Helena's brow furrowed. "So it was you… All of it. I've already confirmed that. What do you want? Money? The company? Status?" Christian laughed, wagging a finger at her. "Kids make choices. Adults take it all.

I brought my pride and my guitar All my friends are all gone but there's manicured lawns And the people still think I'm a star I walked around downtown I met some fans on Lafayette They said tell us how to make it 'cause we're getting real impatient So I looked 'em in the eye and said You don't wanna be high like me Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing Stuck up on that stage singing All I know are sad songs, sad songs Darling, all that I know are sad songs, sad songs The seniors looked away from me. “I’m n

All he cared about was to reunite with his destined partner, Jennet Lockhart, and aside from that, he paid no further attention. Gomi, slightly astonished by the denial, created a soundproof barrier that encased them. "I spoke of your former fiancée, Lady Aravore." Gomi revealed a secret. Hue frowned deeply. "I couldn't recall having a fiancée before," he responded coldly. "The only woman that I know is my wife. This has been foretold from a long time ago and it will remain the same in the future." Gomi stammered, "Y-you didn't remember Lady Aravore? She's the Goddess of Flowers and the woman that you loved with all your heart!"

He Winks at me and my cheeks heat up and my body turns on fire. "We have a very special guest with us , the beauty ,the talented ,the wonderful person ,who will be accompanying us for the last song . Give your hand for ,my babe, my partner and only the best ,my girlfriend, y'all " he ends his speech and my face has this goofiest smile as I take a spare mic and make my way on stage . The drummer and the guitarist play some riffs at my entry and I am awestruck by the amount of people in the audience .

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 sigh, my fingers falling from the fret board as I look up at my manager, Monica Masters. By the look on her face, she’s annoyed by me, but if we’re being honest, that’s the normal look I see from her. “I said I didn’t want fucking dancers. It’s me and my band up on stage. There’s no need for dancers,” I huff. I managed to sell out arenas on my last tour just fine without dancers. I don’t know