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The Wretched Tales 1.1

Series: The Wretched Tales , Book 1.0
By: BLMorticia | Other books by BLMorticia
Published By: TriadLiteraryBooks
Published: Jan 25, 2013
ISBN # 9781301829194
Word Count: 5,915
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Categories: Romance>Romantic Comedy Romance>Short Stories Romance>Free Reads Romance>Erotic Romance


The Wretched Tales 1.1 (The Wretched Tales) by BLMorticia - Romance>Romantic Comedy eBook

Corey Patrick has arrived, fresh out of Boston to perform with the Wretched, one of the biggest bands on the planet. Immediately, the bass player takes advantage of the perks provided including hobnobbing with members of the press!
Reader Rating:   3.0 starstarstar (2 Ratings)
Sensuality Rating:   liplipliplip
Over the loudspeaker…
“Ladies and gentlemen, crowd surfing and/or moshing will result in immediate dismissal from the venue. Enjoy the show.”
In a drug filled haze, I stood on the stage with my new band mates. The lights dimmed, the crowd chanting, “Wretched, wretched,” in unison, throwing up the horns as if in a similar trance. I’d been with several acts, toiling in the background as the spare, the fill in, the resident head banger while others gained the spotlight. Now was my turn to be the one. And even better in the most sought after metal act from the west coast of North America, The Wretched.
“You ready Corey? You better play your ass off tonight so they’ll forget about Randy’s stupid butt,” yelled Nicolai Zander with a wry smile.
Excited as a pig in shit, I responded with a nod and gave my bass a couple of plucks.
Once he turned his attention back to the crowd, he changed his expression immediately from smirk to scowl. The short, pudgy runt everyone came to know and love stalked the stage like Napoleon with a microphone in hand. As per usual, Nicolai donned baggy black trousers with pockets down both sides, chains hanging from every loop and hole. His Testament t-shirt and his trademark cowboy boots had both seen better days, but it made up the persona known as Nicolai Zander. The, ‘I don’t give a fuck ‘cause I’m the leader of this bunch of misfits’ kind of look. Glassy greenish blue eyes peered at his minions, and he returned their adulation with his own one finger salute and tongue wag.
“Wretched, wretched, wretched…” the swarm of metal heads chanted, the spotlight shone on me, then Nicolai one after the other. Within seconds, the background music faded, and drummer Bryan started the first beats of our legendary song Devil’s Isle.
“YEOOOHHHH…” Nicolai screeched like a cat in heat and threw his gloved fist up in the air. True metalers formed a circle pit, running into one another, arms up, the looks on their faces, pure aggression. Others leapt on top of various shoulders, attempting to surf closer to the stage causing the security guys a lot of headache, but I fucking loved it.
This is what I’ve wanted other than a steady lay I could call my very own. This is my fucking life! This is what every young man dreams about from puberty in mom’s house to grown ass man living in mom’s basement.
I am Corey from the Wretched, and I have arrived!
Reader Reviews (2)
Submitted By: smiles13 on Jan 30, 2014
I did not enjoy it at all. The main character was annoying.
Submitted By: BonDarKen on Oct 8, 2013
Again not fair, it just made me mad.

The Wretched Tales 1.1

By: BLMorticia