Page 1 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

Prologue

Haze’s home

Brentwood, Los Angeles

“Through the cracks of shattered dreams, a glimpse of dawn appears,

Rising from the ashes, conquering the fears

The scars of yesteryears fading, like echoes in the wind—"

“Babe,” Haze’s bright blueeyes flicker at me, and I stop singing.

He takes a brief moment to scan his eyes across my nude back and ass as I lay on the sofa bed in his recording studio before replying.

“Change it toa firebird rising from the ashes. Has a stronger impact as a second verse.”

“Yeah, I like that,” Jagger’s bright smile spreads across his face as he stands up from the bed and puts on his boxer briefs but remains otherwise undressed. He picks up his guitar to play a catchy riff on it.

I’m currently using Callum’s naked back to jot down lyric ideas in my music journal.

After making the revision, I pass Jagger the old leather-bound book, and he keeps it sprawled open on the edge of the bed. As the melody unfolds through his fingers, he sings out the lyrics I just wrote.

“A firebird rising from the ashes, conquering the fears.

The scars of yesteryears fading, like echoes in the wind,

A journey to redemption, from the depths within.”

His voice is so fucking sexy, with a deep seductive blend of raw power and velvet allure. It resonates like a rich, husky timbre that wraps around each word in a smoky embrace.

“In the labyrinth of solitude, where dreams are left untold,

A flicker of hope emerges, a story to unfold.”

A playful twinkle dances in his eyes. I join in, knowing the words I just wrote by heart. Our voices fit together like a glove, almost as if we’re flirting with each other in our song. Between the lyrics, you can practically feel the sly smirk, the playful edge that hints at a mischievous attraction between us.

The truth is we flirt.

A lot.

Especially when we sing together. On and off stage.

Fans can’t decide whether it’s an act or something more.

We’ll never tell anyone outside this tight circle of five.

“Oh, in Shadow's Solitude, where darkness meets the light,

Breaking free from chains that bind, emerging into flight.

A symphony of whispers, a melody of the soul,

In the silence, finding freedom, finally feeling whole.”

“Dammit, you two need to do this as a ballad. A gritty, soulful rock ballad. Your voices merge so bloody well,” Asher says as his hand slowly caresses up my leg, slyly stopping at my ass and squeezing a butt cheek, causing me to gasp.

“Her cumming voice is what our fans crave,” Callum blurts out, turning his body around, causing me to lift off him to accommodate his move.

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