• Layla • No one wanted me until him. He was my savior, my hero. I loved him. But we were torn apart by the system. Once again no one wanted me. I was a shadow. Hiding from the demons around me, lurking in broad day light. Until someone noticed me, someone who told me I was beautiful. I should have known better than listen to pretty words. • Sherlock • After surviving on my own, living on the streets, I've found a family. A family that understood me. They gave me the tools to survive in this fucked up world. The only thing missing is the love of my life. The girl that was ripped away from me all these years ago. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**

When college student Emmy joins an online support group at the encouragement of her therapist, the last thing she expects is to connect with the lead singer of the most famous rock group in the world. ***** Emmy has had a rough couple of years, to say the least. So when her psychologist recommends that she joins an online support group, she thinks she knows what to expect. But the back and forth e-mails between her and famous rock singer Johnny Decker are the last thing she ever counted on. Despite the world of differences between them, Emmy can't help but feel like she knows Johnny better than she knows herself. Supportive emails turn into a growing friendship, and Emmy is grateful to finally have someone who understands. Soon, life without Johnny seems unthinkable, but is there hope for them in the offline world? [[word count: 70,000 - 80,000]] Cover designed by Ashley Bandy Spin-off to Holding onto You Trigger warning: This story contains swearing, mature themes, sexual content and references to substance abuse.

• Mirjam • I've had a good life. A nice family home. Parents who only wanted the best for me. A nice and almost perfect fiancé. I followed my passion and never looked back. Until I went to far. I got abducted and tortured in Afghanistan. Held by terrorists for months. I just wanted to help people, follow my passion as an army nurse. But I paid the price. I'm home but the old Mirjam died in Afghanistan. Died in that dark room. I left everything behind and went to find my new self. I was never one to give up. So why start now? • Saw • As the President of my club, I have to be in control of everything. My club, my life, the woman I fuck. People respect me, like they should. People do what I say, because they know what I will do if they don't. Woman flick around me, there is never a short supply. Life is good. Until the spitfire that moved into my sisters old apartment starts haunting my mind. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**

• Haru • I'm never alone. My own voices alway keeping me company. Protecting me. Hiding me from the cruelty of others. My soul was broken apart by the nightmare I called a childhood. Now I need protection from myself, because I told myself to never give myself to another man. So why am I giving myself to not one, but two of them? • Jaded • I'm quiet. A man with few words.Precise. A cold-blooded killer that would do anything to protect my club. People avoid me. I avoid people. It's all the same. I'm a murderer. A monster. I'm no good for anyone. I wish she could see that. • Irish • I pretend to be the happy guy. The guy with the laughs. I'm good at making inappropriate jokes and pushing peoples boundaries. I try to make sure people don't see the real me. I'm a mess, caught up in a past I would like to forget. But then she walks in. She might heal me, I might heal her. Too bad she is too interested in my brother. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**

• Elvira • Some people call me Elf, some call me Elvira. I don't really care, because i'm distracted by the perfect view that would make a perfect picture. People call me stupid, an airhead. Honestly? I'm just not interested in their conversations. People call me childlike, talking people half to death, making pictures of everything I see. Honestly? I escape behind my camera so people don't notice the pain I felt when my parents abandoned me in a hell hole. But that's a story for another time. Right now, i'm once again distracted. But this time by the hot guy that just served me beer at a bar in the Nevada dessert. • Whiskey • My bar is my home, the club is my family. I've never wanted more than this. I'm content. I try to tell myself that I don't envy my brothers for finding their other halves. I have enough woman to fill all my needs, but they are empty fucks. The bar is my home and it might turn out to be the place were I find the missing piece i've been looking for. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**