1988. Self discovery wasn't something that came easy to Mabel, in fact, she'd refused to deal with the matter since decisions seemed to always be made for her. She wasn't sure how she'd ever get by, living in the small suburban town within Los Angeles. Although one thing she did know, her sister was coming back to town for the summer. What she didn't know, was why the mysterious drummer boy would smoke marlboro cigarettes and only speak to her when he felt like it. It was quite frankly irritating having to meet his gaze everywhere she looked, but then again, it would only be for the summer. *this story contains mature and explicit themes*

✧ Being the younger of the three, Beatrix sometimes enjoyed life, but she also sometimes didn't. It depended on the day, what was happening during it, who it was going to be spent with. Nine times out of ten it was only spent with one other family, seeing as her dad was the president of the Filthy Freaks MC. She both loved and hated that. Growing up with them was one thing. Sure, they had all built great memories as children, being surrounded by so many people, but everything was amazing when you were a kid, so that didn't really count anymore. Though things changed as Beatrix grew up. It wasn't easy being the daughter of a feared man. Beatrix had dreams of her own that she wanted to fulfil. Somewhere along the way she could have sworn most people had overlooked the moment she'd grown up. But things felt different as her mid twenties loomed closer, they felt different for her at least. Still though, it seemed she could never quite shake the bubble she had been placed in. But so what, right? She was going out into the world, chasing after what she wanted. What her family didn't know simply wouldn't hurt them. But if one more person looked at her in fear of being the daughter of one hell of a scary man, she thought she might truly go insane. She was tired of being known as Little Bea, for god's sake, she was just Bea. Or B. Or Trix, but only Harry called her that. Even though he wouldn't go near her, not even with a ten foot pole between them. Plus, much to her dismay, he didn't look at her like that. Not her. Not in that way. In all of its truth, she was totally, horrifyingly, off limits. *this story contains mature and explicit themes*

ೃ⁀➷ In the year 1994, Maya Bennet travels to New York to attend a famous music festival, Woodstock. After stumbling into the wrong tent when searching for her lost boyfriend, she has an odd interaction with a handsome mysterious stranger. A year later they meet again as he welcomes himself into her hometown, becoming a bigger mystery as several homicide cases occur in her crime-free home, Crossville Tennessee. Evil walks is a murder mystery story written about two strangers who have one thing in common, music. Maya Bennet is a young hippie who tends to see the good in evil. Harry Styles is an older man who may be just that, evil. Will it grow into a love story as the book progresses? Or will those hopes and dreams for a happy ending be just that? A dream. Welcome to Evil Walks; A story about murder, mystery, and rock n roll. ♪

With an open mind and an even bigger heart, Billie Nora branches out to the West Coast in hopes of successfully fulfilling her IVF treatment and rout the odds of becoming a mother after being told she couldn't at a young age due to her diagnosis. Little does she know how her life is bound to shift gears and take a complete different route than the one she already had planned when facing an unexpected turn. - This story contains mature and explicit content. Please read "welcome | intro" for further warnings.

Journalist Rodrigo: "Off the ice, he's a well-renowned playboy, a sex symbol in the sea of men; not someone to set your eyes on for longer than just a one-night stand. On the ice, you can say that he plays - uses the 'just right' maneuvers - to grab the attention of a special someone and enjoy the rest of his night in bed with the said, 'lucky one'. So, ladies, who's the next one to flatter Mr. Styles right back into your sheets?" She reads the article, feeling a flash of anger pass through her - for someone she doesn't even know. Well, now she has to do something about it, doesn't she?