• 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**

• 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**

• 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**

• 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**

• Levi • I've wished for death too many times to count when I was a child. Too bad only my soul died, not my body. Now that i'm older, I refuse to give up.I want answers. Answers that my family can give me. A family that doesn't even know I exist. What the hell am I getting myself into? • Mayhem • I was born into this life. The club life. Violence, drugs, murder, woman, the brotherhood. It was always part of my life, minus the woman. I stay away from woman. I don't trust them, I hate them. I don't want them around me. But the little sister of my President apparently is an exception, since she won't get out of my fucking head. I'm obsessed. I hate her. I want her more than I hate her. I will get her, she will be mine. *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**

Cover Designed by MoonSpell_47 Riley 'Rogue' Taylor is a mystery to all who meet her. An enigmatic beauty. ----- At fifteen she was abandoned by her mother. Thankfully, she had amazing friends who helped her get back on her feet. Being a child prodigy, it was easy for her to start her own successful business. Now, recently turned twenty-two, she learns that her father, who she presumed dead courtesy of her mother, is alive and well. With that knowledge, she sets off to California to meet her estranged father. Upon her arrival though, she is surprised to see that he is the Vice President of a local Motorcycle Club. Meeting her father also meant encountering the President of the Devil's Order MC, Pyros.

* cannot be read as a stand alone * I hate him. I hate him so much. Why did he have to walk in here and do this to me? Why did he have to walk in here and make me question absolutely everything I had ever known about myself? Why did I have to fall for him? Why did he have to hurt me? Heartbreak is almost an everyday occurrence. My feelings are no longer under my control, and somehow the blame is always being thrown my way in this twist and turn relationship. Time to lock up my heart and throw away the key... If I can find the key.

~Updating every other Tuesday~ First book: Ripper - Hell Rider's MC #1 - ~Note: Cannot be read as a stand alone book ~ Bryan "Alpha" Taylor has had it rough in life. He found love early on, but that shattered around him the moment his old lady left. And finding out that he had a daughter who had been abused by said old lady, took a bigger toll on his mentality than what he showed others. And at the age of 43, he's losing hope of ever finding a special someone again. Scarlett Johnson is a fighter. Tossed out of her house at 15 by her parents, she was homeless until she found someone who was willing to take her in. Now, at the age of 35, her past is coming back to haunt her. The police won't interfere, and she needs somewhere to hide. What happens when her brother tells her about a motorcycle club he's in? Could the two save each other, before it's too late? WARNING: THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN VIOLENCE, TALKS OF SEX, ABUSE, AND TORTURE. *Please do not judge the book too harshly based off of the description. I'm awful at writing them*

Fallen Angels MC #4: Rooster grew up in the club. Like his namesake, he's up early in the morning and early to go to bed. Something in his life, though, has been hidden from him. His biological father is, unknown to Rooster, a wealthy politician. How does he find out, and how does he take it? Vivian, known to bikers as Viper, has worked hard to be independent.She's hired by different clubs, or paid off by the highest bidder to do their dirty work. When she's hired by the Fallen Angels, she meets the exact opposite of her: Rooster. It's not exactly love at first sight.

COMPLETE. Sniper, the Sergeant at Arms of the Fallen Angels, didn't have a fun childhood. The black sheep in his family meant he was stared at, glared at, and made fun of. They pushed him away, disapproving of the club from the start, but he had a new family now-one that wouldn't give up on him. Beatrice was raised by her father, a retired military man, grew up learning to shoot guns and throw knives from an early age. Her father raised her to be a tough, fighting machine, but she never got to follow her true passion: math. She'd been made fun of her love of math all her life, and dreamed of finding a career involving it, but was stuck working at her dad's arms store. Beatrice longed for a future that didn't exist, and Sniper longed for her.