Slash Rockstar Novels & Stories

The hot water hit my skin, and I closed my eyes, trying to wash him off. But guess what—it didn’t work. Every time I blinked I saw storm-gray eyes and that scar through his brow. I heard that growl again: “Once I start, I don’t stop. And I’m already starving.” My knees almost buckled. I slapped the tile wall so hard my palm stung. “Get a grip, Freya. You’re married. You have a child. You’re falling apart, and some tattooed gym bro just mind-fucked you in your own doorway.”

I asked them, staring them dead in the face. “Do you know who you’re even talking to?” An unknown voice came from the distance. It made me jump. “Dannika, how nice of you to join us.” Talia said, sarcastically. I turned my head, and saw a woman walking towards us. Dannika was tall, golden skinned, with green eyes and reddish brown hair. She was wearing a pair of black tights, and an olive green dressy tunic shirt. She had brown boots and brown leather fingerless gloves. “Declan, where’s my warm welcome, darling?” She turned to Declan, eyes wide and bright. “What do you want, Dannika?” Declan spat, inching closer to me. I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Why the hostility, my love?” She asked, p

He could only hope that there was signal out in the middle of nowhere so he could call the team closest to him for assistance. However, the minute he pulled his phone out, Lucas was slammed into from behind sending him crashing into the frozen ground. His forehead cracked against the earth with a sickening thud, the skin bursting open into a jagged wound and painting the snow beneath crimson. White dots filled his vision like exploding fireworks. His whole body screamed with pain and for a moment he thought he would lose consciousness again. But the growl above him had the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, every synapse firing with adrenaline. He forced his mind to focus on the d

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

Light was filtering through the cracks, and I could see shadows moving on the other side. "Cass!" I shouted. "We are down here! Kael is in bad shape! We need to get out now!" Cass's voice came back immediately, closer now. "Hold on! We are clearing the rocks! Is he conscious?" "Barely!" I called back. "Just hurry!" Rocks shifted above us. Dust and small pebbles rained down, and I covered my head with my arms. The sound of grinding stone filled the small space, and then a hole opened up in the ceiling, letting in a flood of torchlight.

"Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end." A strand of hair slipped from behind my ear. I turned my face away so he wouldn't see my tearful eyes. "The moment you slipped that ring on another woman's finger in the wedding I had dreamed of a thousand times, we're finished. You're not the same Jason whom I love, the one willing to stop for me anymore. You're selfish and blind. You're not the same person I once loved." The last few words were barely above a