Space Punk Novels & Stories

Evy, as Lucas had started to fondly call him, loved his sketchbook and colours with all his heart and soul, the only time Lucas had ever seen him cry hysterically, was when he had accidently spilled water on the book with his sipper, and all his colourful scribbles had become distorted and blurry. It was that day Lucas realized, that he and little Evan had a lot in common and one of them was their love towards art. The raven-haired was nothing but immensely grateful for Evan’s presence in his life now, and someone who deserved a huge credit for making him realize that, was his best friend, Austin Lee, who had graduated from the same university, majoring in liberal arts and was currently work

Sofia nearly choked. Rico supported Ryan as he threw up in the toilet, and after he was done, he helped him up, as the auto flush system kicked in, and to the sink. Mr. Superstar was obviously drunk, but he was cognitive enough to wash his face. Then he stared at the mirror, and sighed deeply, "Oh, Rico, what the hell happened to me, bro?" he asked. "Love makes us do crazy things," Rico replied, from where he stood, leaning against the wall.

ASHER POV The Venom private rink at this hour belongs to me unquestionably-. No audience. No expectation. Just the cold and the overhead lights, the sound of my own edges, and the particular clarity that comes when the rest of the world is still asleep. I’ve been here forty minutes when the doors open.

Even though there are only four pastes here, it's not much like in the room of many models. "Gosh, Mashii beat with Chloe's punks." Byur ... I spit all the water in my mouth onto the floor. Especially when I heard Ara mention Mashii's name. And say if his pasta is confused with Mashii's? "Ah, I don't think I felt spicy in the slightest, but I switched it up." Mashii said casually. I silently wiped my wet mouth, this is really a very embarrassing incident. I also grimaced at Mashii who instead smiled at me. I really want to go home right now, until—

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.