Sweet Redemption: Love And The Rock Star Novels & Stories

"Tony. My love please..." Tony scoffed, and shot a look of betrayal towards his best friend. "What are you doing here, Valentine?" Valentine clamped her hands together in front of her, obviously pleading. She would have gone down on her knees, but she stopped herself, reminding her guts that this small man in front of her was her son. "Come back home with me, my love. You know you are my life. My best friend. Please." Tony's eyes moistened, but he blinked back the tears immediately before they would betray his strong–man–attitude. "Which home exactly am I coming to? The one you ruined?"

"You really think so?" "I know so," retorted Aurora as she put her arm around her shoulder. "Sometimes, I even question whether what you have for him is just love or if it has transcended into madness now. Because at this point, there is no cure for it. Since there is no cure for it, you better tie him down with you. Be selfish for once! Love isn't selfless, you gotta be selfish appropriately. You can't be a saint considering others all the time."

I walked toward Benjamin like a machine, tears streaming down my face in misery. "Hey. I want you to know my name." He suddenly spoke those words. That single sentence caused my heart to wring with pain. I managed to walk halfway before turning back to look at him. His gaze was so sorrowful, so wretchedly sad. "My name is..." Bang. "Forgive me, my love. I have to break my promise to you." A bullet flew swiftly through the air, rushing forward with immense force. A red stain spread across his chest, causing him to stagger backward. I had not yet heard his name. He smiled. His smile was like sunlight, soothing the pain spreading through my veins. I screamed instinctively.

The thought brought on another sob, but at least my tears were washed away by the pouring rain. My thoughts circled back to what happened this morning, and I felt even worse than I already did. Trenton Heath was the man I believed saved me and this morning, he had been the one I have loved for ten years, despite how poorly he treated me. Every so often he gave me a glimmer of hope and this morning I was willing to do anything for him. “Please Zira, you are the only one who can save me.” Trenton had said over the phone that morning, as I was preparing to go to one of my many part-time jobs.

A sound echoed across the basin—a single, resonant, bass note that vibrated directly through the marrow of our spines. It was not a call to war. It was a summons. The fresh lead inlay in our brand-new boundary stone violently cracked from top to bottom. The gold crest we had just poured dissolved into fine, dull gray dust, blowing away in the gale. Then, my hybrid core gave a sudden, agonizing leap. My knees buckled, and I would have hit the flagstones if Killian hadn't caught me instantly, his broad arm locking around my waist. A fresh, hot line of crimson blood welled from my nose, dripping onto the white snow below.

she breathed against his lips. “Please.” Sandro kissed her slowly, deeply, pouring tenderness into every touch. This wasn’t the rough adrenaline sex from the warehouse. This was emotional, raw and vulnerable. He worshipped her body with his mouth and hands, kissing every inch of skin as if memorizing her, healing her. When he finally slid inside her, it was slow and deep, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt like absolution. “I love you,” he whispered against her neck, thrusting gently but thoroughly. “Every broken piece. Every doubt. You’re my redemption, Elena.”

He paid no heed to the blood streaming down his forehead as he crawled on the ground like a worm, slamming his head against the floor repeatedly. "Nicole! I'm sorry! I've realized how wrong I've been! Give me another chance! I love you! You're the only one I've ever loved! It was Daisy! That bitch seduced me!" He slammed his head against the ground over and over again. The dull thuds echoed through the cathedral, his forehead quickly turning into a bloody mess. Alas, I didn't even care to look at him. Instead, I turned away, looped my arm through my father's, and sauntered out of the chaotic wedding venue without hesitation.

she asked, reaching out to take my hand. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "I don't know, Bellz. It just wasn't working out. We were from two different worlds, and no matter how much we tried, we just couldn't seem to find common ground." She nodded, squeezing my hand. "I'm sorry, Kim. I know you really cared about him." I nodded, fighting back tears. "I did. I really did. But sometimes, love just isn't enough." We sat in silence for a few moments, both lost in our thoughts. The sound of the autumn wind blowing through the trees was the only thing that filled the air.

Here I am, in Richard's arms, watching him sleep peacefully. It's strange for me to be in this position, since after my disastrous marriage, I closed myself off to romantic relationships. I dedicated myself completely to my ex-husband, and he ended up cheating on me. But with Ricardo it's different, he attracts me in a way that I can't explain. He is extremely handsome and knows exactly how to bring me to ecstasy in bed. It's hard to resist this kind of seduction, but I know I have to be careful not to get too involved.