A Y/N story "Well I gotta go. Uncle Oz is waiting for me. I hope I'll see you again Frank. You seem cool." "Until we meet again Y/N" (Warning: This story contains topics that may be triggering to some readers. Please read with caution. Such topics include; alcohol/drug abuse, death, and overdose) (Disclaimer: I do not own any members of Mötley Crüe or any of Ozzy Osbourne's solo band. I also don't own any of the music included in this story. Some events mentioned are based off of true events that took place but other parts are completely from my own writing and imagination)

Suzie-Q, a beautiful woman with the self esteem worse then a shy child, friends with Mötley Crüe and even closer friends with Nikki Sixx; whom she has feelings for. When she is taken on tour with the guys and finds out the band would be touring with one she despised, what will happen? Will her bad memories of that band come out into the open and cause some more chaos? Or will it stay silent and kept quiet by Suzie-Q? What happens when her heart changes direction and falls for another man? One from the band she despises? Will she let her feelings flourish or will she ignore them and walk all over them? Karma's a bitch when it's a boomerang.

After leaving the tour and estranged 'love of her life,' Suzie-Q made her way directly back to Australia with her father, Rose Tattoo front-man; Angry Anderson. Her life has increasingly settled and become ever so relaxed, life was peaceful. Her mind was at ease and she had never felt better. Her thoughts were in line, she was no longer confused but still there was never a moment her mind didn't cross paths with the one person she could never not think about. Nikki Sixx. She loved him still, there was no doubt about it. Even after cutting ties with both him and the two bands. Never had she thought she would recoil with her lover until one day he showed up on her father's doorstep. (Sequel to Walk All Over You)

Early 1977. Los Angeles. The life of Frank Carlton Serafino Feranna Jr. (later, Nikki Sixx) is more and more tumultuous as he ventures down the wrong path, being neglected by his mother. He dreams of one day joining a famous rock band. And here we also have Hazel Lloyd. A girl the same age as him and the new student at the high school where Frank is. Hazel has a dark and unfortunate past and is always the victim of bullying. In addition, she is also an orphan. Hazel and Frank having something in common. Both suffering abuse from their parents. But like him, she also has a specific dream. But the traumas she endured put obstacles in her way to fulfill it. The lives of the two intersect in that high school and their destinies will definitely change. WARNING! 🚨📢‼️ This story contains physical abuse mental abuse, sexual abuse, sexual content and strong language.

Everything was simply perfect in the realm of Terrorland until a phone call changed everything. Nikki's world was crumbling. Yet, spiteful Tommy couldn't seem fit to give a damn.... until his world started to crumble too.

(Disclaimer: I wrote this when I just started to write about more graphic content and angst, i've tried to make small corrections and changes now a year later. I'm working on volume 2 too💀) 1981 Vol I Nikki had just started his own band, and after being his best friend since 16, you knew that all could and would go down in flames. ! M4F ! ‼️⚠️(Will contain Abuse, Drugs, Sex, Self Harm, other things that might be triggering for some)⚠️‼️

Vince,Nikki,Tommy and Mick are now in a band and one of them comes up with the bands name then also Nikki meets a girl who really likes him she thinks he's pretty cute so they start dating eachother and she's also Tommy's friend and Vince's cousin. grown ups and teens can read it:)

It started the way all rock 'n' roll stories do-loud, fast, and reckless. Sunny Black was just 20 when she hit L.A. in 1981, guitar in hand, a chip on her shoulder, and a dream too big for the small-town life she left behind. Nikki Sixx was already tearing through the Sunset Strip like a storm-sharp cheekbones, sharper ambition, and a fuse burning at both ends. They met in the chaos-clubs, backstage parties, smoky afterhours where morning never came and nobody really slept. It was lust first, maybe even obsession. She had that sunshine-and-cigarettes vibe that made people turn their heads, and he had that dark gravity that pulled her straight into the fire. Drugs, sex, and rock 'n' roll weren't just a lifestyle-they were the oxygen they breathed. Together, they were gasoline and a lit match. Hotel rooms trashed. Screaming matches that turned into makeouts on the floor. Lines off mirrors. Laughter through the madness. Nights they didn't remember, and mornings they never wanted to end. But underneath all the chaos, there was something real. He wrote songs about her. She curled up beside him after shows and hummed lullabies from a childhood she never talked about. They held each other when the comedown got ugly. When the highs stopped feeling like highs, they had each other to fall back on-messy, broken, but still there. Love, somehow, had rooted itself in the wreckage. And even when the world came calling-fame, addiction, rehab, rumors, breakups, reconciliations-they never really let go. Not completely. Because what they had wasn't just a fling, or a phase, or a headline-it was the kind of love you write songs about. The kind that survives overdoses, spotlights, silence, and time. Sunny Black and Nikki Sixx. A love story written in eyeliner, ash, and chords that still echo on a stage long after the lights go down.