"Gimmie a ciggie, ye'h?" Paul said, looking over to John. John smiled, pursing his lips, "Did ye forget what happened last time, Macca? Is that the zombie brain rot getting to yer?" The slightly taller male shot a cold, undead glare to the shorter, "For the last time, John, m' not a zombie," John's smile only seemed to grow teasingly wider, "Livin' dead, breathing departed, animated corpse, whatever,-" he puffed the cigarette into Paul's face playfully, "-yer still technically dead, princess," "Call me princess again an' yew'll soon join me, 'm?" TW: Blood and General Gore, what do you expect? Its a zombie fanfic

John Lennon is usually the late guy. It's in his genes. But to have Paul McCartney of all people show him up in his field of expertise, that just can't happen.

"Lads, he's after me! I just know it!" "Paul, you're being irrational. He's probably just a crazed fan. That is part of being a Beatle, y'know." "No, but this is an old man, John. And I've explained a dozen times why his kind would be after me. You're just not listening!" "Oh, we're listening alright. We just think you're being delusional." "Huh, sure Hazza, and your Hare Krishna crap isn't?" "Okay, that's enough," Ringo cut in. "Paul, maybe you just need to go home and get some rest. You're obviously exhausted." "You guys really don't get it," I scoffed with gritted teeth as I grabbed my mac. "When I'm dead tomorrow you'll be wishing you'd listened to me, though," I then added before I slammed the studio door shut in their angry faces. ------------- Paul McCartney is worried and scared. A strange man dressed in all black has been following him, and Paul has a sneaking suspicion he knows why. Why does the eerie man follow Paul wherever he goes? And what does a well-known American conspiracy theory have to do with it? Read on to find out! This book is inspired by a film called "The Walrus," although I put a little twist on it. Note: There are some dark, scary themes in this story, so if you don't like such things I wouldn't recommend reading. Also, I don't actually believe in the Paul is Dead theory. XD

We were on our US Tour in 1966... And that evening I realised that I would never want to go on tour again.

John Lennon is teenage boy from Liverpool who becomes obsessed with rock 'n' roll so he starts a rock 'n' roll group and meets a boy who fascinates him. Paul McCartney. Paul is like no one John has ever met. Paul likes rock 'n' roll, but isn't really a trouble causing Teddy boy, because for him it's all about the music. Though John first doubts Paul, because of his young age, Paul is soon accepted to the band. John's plan is to learn Paul's tricks and kick him out of the band after that. However, soon John notices even though Paul isn't the toughest lad he knows, he couldn't kick him out of the group, because together they are better. They become best friends. Or maybe... even more. McLennon fanfic starting from the year 1956 and going through the Beatles times and even beyond.

***fluff*** mpreg? George has been a vampire since birth and the only people that know are John, Paul, and Brian. Both John and Paul are supernatural beings John being a wizard and Paul being a shape shifter. George knows the consequences of being in love with a human but will that stop him for being with Ringo? Yall, do not read this!!! It is absolutely terrible and I'm pretty sure I was either high or drunk (or both tbh) when I wrote this story

Abigail Valentine is too busy trying to bring up her nine-year-old sister to worry about dating... but when she meets a stranger one morning, she wishes she had the time to think about him. And the stranger can't get the girl out of his head either, and goes out of his way to encounter her again... he wants her badly... but does he want all of her, including her baggage? ★彡[ᴛᴏᴘ ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢꜱ]彡★ 1 ɪɴ ᴍᴄᴄᴀʀᴛɴᴇʏ

"Don't make us go Brian, PLEASE!" John got down on his knees and started begging to Brian. "You aren't goin' to die, Lennon. Stop acting like a child." Brian told him. Ringo thought otherwise. "How do you know? Maybe they poisoned our water or maybe-" "Or maybe you just don't want to go. Now you boys need to get movin'." "YOU WILL REGRET TODAY, BRIAN! MARK MY WORDS!!!" Paul raised his fist as if he would seek revenge soon. "George, you hate me too, don't you?" "You wouldn't want the answer to that, Brian." George walked out last. Neither The Beatles or Brian knew what was soon to happen in that interview. (I do not own The Beatles)

George meets Ringo, John meets feelings for Paul. All in Hamburg. A different city, a different time, a different feeling.

You all would like to believe you know John Winston Lennon, I laugh at how you think you do. Because, we all know you don't, you couldn't even shine a light on what I know. I am his secret lover after all. Lennison, warnings inside. Reviews are appreciated.