밴드 Novels & Stories

Luh and Jonah sat mesmerized, too stunned to speak. Just then the sound of approaching feet alerted them. They were here! The three lads picked up their cow horns. As they blew air into it, the sounds were transmitted to Mount Gabor where the warriors had gathered. Satisfied that they had done their duty when they heard responses from the hills which they knew came from the guards who were at Mount Gabor, they climbed down towards the dark doors of the caves and disappeared into the darkness with a weary heart.

Aliya said pulling Nirvana back to the auditorium before she could protest "The G.V is a music band consisting of 6 hot, cute, handsome, pretty... " just get to your point will you?" Nirvana cut in "Ohhh okay, like i said they're six in num... " you've told me their number already" Nirvana cut in again "Will you just stop cutting me off?" Aliya snapped "Right, okay continue" "They aren't just any type of band, they're the number one best boy band in Los Angeles and they go by the name Golden voices and..... Aliya couldn't finish her statement when Nirvana screamed loudly drawing the attention of some students

They can only control him not to cause havoc but he won't get any better. "Let's introduce ourselves so we can know each other better," a femine voice suggested while the others murmured in agreement. We are all 7 in numbers as we are all clad in soldiers clothing with different weapons with us. "Am Mark" "Am Jackson" "Am Jane" "Juliet" "Martins" "Vera" "Am Dominick" I muttered not really interested in the introduction stuffs as my mind seem to be on the mission which lies ahead of us.

“Hello, can I speak to Freedom, please?” “What’s the first fact?” asked a man at the other end. “It is a preonic and an abundant number. Its prime factorization of two-three-seven makes it the second sphenic number.” “. . . the second.” “The angle rounded to whole degrees for which a rainbow appears.” “. . . the third.” “It’s an English pop/rock music band.” “. . . and what’s the answer?” “forty-two,” JC concluded. “Ok. Is this Mr. Martin?”

"Don't worry. I haven't taken all the shots I paid for." "Okay." She put it back and gulped the drink waiting on the counter for her. They found a spot at the front and even though she couldn't see him around, she felt his eyes on her, boring holes in her skin and setting fire in them. This band was different. They pulled a lot of attention before they even started and when they started, the voice of the lead singer and guitarist melted everyone including her. "They are good," Ara commented. Destiny concentrated on them. The clothes and appearance of them gave gothic vibes. The one playing the drum is a tomboy and the lead must be this kind of boys in high school and college. The bad one wit

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

They nearly had enough money to look at setting up a base of operations and it might finally become a reality after this next contract yet… He wanted more than just a few houses lumped together in a quiet part of town. He might have been drunk when he spilled his dream to Skye and however many others of the band, but it was still something his mind went back to again and again. It was an idea that had been forming over the years since the band was first formed, back when they first took their name. At that time, it felt like a fanciful dream but now with his mate sleeping in his arms and the band’s reputation taking off, it was becoming more tangible.

Group hug it is. Finally !

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

Could it be that he doesn´t see this? “Don’t worry about him,” advises the girl sitting across from me, waving her tiny hand theatrically. She's much younger than the others, looking about ten, eleven years old at most. She has long blonde hair braided into two thick braids, tied at the ends with pink ribbons. Her forehead is covered by a straight-cut fringe, reaching up to her slightly defined eyebrows. Green eyes measure me with curiosity. She gleefully fidgets her short legs under the table, gently fidgeting. She's so low that she doesn’t even touch the floor with her feet. She is wearing a red long-sleeved dress, thick white tights and black shiny shoes. She reminds me of a porcelain d