Rocky High And Low Novels & Stories

Rocky cried once more. This time, she could hear him hissing. It was music to her ears, finding a way to get back at this tyrant. But it was a short-lived victory. When Leigh leaned closer to inspect the damage she had done, Rocky grabbed her by the waist. She shrieked when Rocky turned them over and reversed their position. When she opened her eyes, Rocky was hovering over her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Her breath hitched. While they held eyes, Rocky was grinding his lower body against her!

I raise an eyebrow at his words. He wasn't a fan of attachment until now? Is he talking about me? The thought sends a wave of tingles down my spine, making my heart flutter in my chest. "Oh, um.... -" "Finally!" Rocky interrupts, shouting and wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. I can't help but feel a sense of awe as I take in the breathtaking sight of the waterfall nearby. The water is cascading down from the massive red rock, creating a mesmerizing display of nature's power.

As soon as the referee’s whistle blew and the championship tournament officially began, the stadium exploded into a deafening roar. The puck dropped onto the smooth ice, and the battle was instantly on. The Hawks were an incredibly skilled and disciplined team, but their European opponents were an absolute nightmare to face physically. Every single one of the European players was huge, towering over six feet tall, built like solid brick walls, and playing with an intensely rough and tough style. They slammed their heavy bodies against the boards, swinging their hockey sticks aggressively. However, Julian quickly realized something as he skated smoothly across the ice. The Europeans played ro

A horde of ‘tweens almost trample me. Yup. Shit just got real. The situation is more terrifying than when I went to the opening night of the final Twilight movie. I thought those little bitches were scary but they don’t hold a candle to this crowd. There is nobody to blame but me. I am desperate enough to confront my ex, the lead singer of Pieces of Abel, at Oklahoma’s largest rock festival of the year, Rocklahoma. Sucks when I’m the cause of my misery.

Her damp eyes have the self-belief that she will brawl to protect her dignity. Ryan pulled himself back, he puckered his angular eyebrows at her words, his lips corners raised in an evil smirk, He said, “It’s not just a deal, Tara!... It’s a Bond !…that you will hate all your life… It’s a Bond between us…An Abhorred Bond..!... with this Ruthless Rockstar…!”. ************

*ROCKY* As I close in on the shoreline, I keep my eyes focused on the bodies that are left after the fight with the rogues, looking for any movement and hoping they are dead. My feet touch the rocky bottom beneath us as I walk, our bodies rising from the water until I stop. I reach up, gripping her hands and removing them from me, trying to ignore the way her breasts press against me as she slides down my back.

"Okay... uhm, nice to meet you all." Trace stepped up to me and smiled. "Savannah, meet my bandmates. This," He spread his arms wide being as dramatic as he possibly could "is the Riot Club."

My voice is low, warning. “Yes, Mr. Ripples?” He approaches, crouching low, about to adjust my wheels. I catch his hand, grip it hard until his eyes meet mine. “I just want to be sure we’re on the same page. You know, the page where married couples sometimes fight. And outsiders can… misinterpret what they see.” My voice is feral. A challenge. His expression is flat, unreadable. But his stiff hand under mine betrays him. “I believe we’re on the same page, Mr. Ripples,” he answers, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

Highland Crystal Tower-Level 32 (VVIP Suite) A tall man in his thirty, wearing a bathrobe, is sitting on the couch with two beauties hugging his muscular body. He had slick jet black hair, eyebrows as sharp as a sword, a chiseled jawline, and mesmerizing scarlet orbs. His long, slender legs stretched to the end of the couch, with one of the girls, sit on his muscular thigh. The beauties wearing bikinis, unashamed of their almost naked appearance.

I don’t like the look on her face. “That was Gabby.” She tells me. “Ok,” I reply. “I am guessing she was the woman here with hottie #1 and hottie #2.” I say to her. “Yes, she is the assistant to Brady, hottie #2. They manage the band Crazy.” Evie explains. I know who that band. They are one of the biggest rock bands. I have been a fan since they released their first album five years ago. I look at her. I am not sure why she is smiling at me.