When country music's bad ass is preforming and sees someone in the crowd in a difficult situation what happens? When a small town southern girl is forced to go to a brantley Gilbert concert by her best Guy friend she realizes the nights gonna take a turn. - still being wrote so don't get turned away by the fact there's not that many chapters-

"I'm so sick of that same old love, that shit, it tears me up I'm so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough Oh, that same old love Oh, that same old love I'm so sick of that same old love, feels like I've blown apart I'm so sick of that same old love, the kind that breaks your heart Oh, that same old love Oh, that same old love" -selena gomez

She wasn't made for glass slippers. She was made for bruised knees, smeared mascara, and being told she's pretty with his hand around her throat. Kendra Knox was never anyone's princess. She grew up in a trailer with EBT cards, overdue bills, and a mother who treated her like competition. Fairytales weren't bedtime stories. They were lies people with money got to believe. Now she dances at Eden's Gate, wearing dollar store glitter and six-inch Pleasers, collecting rent one lap at a time. No carriage. No ball. Just blood, tears, and survival. Then he shows up. Not a prince. A problem. Marshall Mathers. Famous. Filthy. Untouchable. He doesn't ride a horse. He rolls up in a black Escalade, smells like smoke and sin, and looks at her like she's already his. He doesn't save her. He drags her into his world. A palace with no exits, a crown that cuts, and rooms that lock from the inside. He calls her beautiful while she's crying. Keeps her quiet with cash and attention that feels like violence. And she lets him. Because it's not love. It's not safety. But it's still better than going back to being nobody. This isn't a fairytale. It's a dirty one. And she wears her crown like a bruise.

A normal FaceTime with your best friend can change into something new, when another person gets involved more and more. And if your best friend is the JP"ROOK"Cappelletty aka the Drummer from Colson Baker aka MGK, your life is far from quiet times and silence.

He was just looking for someone good at their job. Making sure he didn't lose everything he had busted his ass to build. What he wasn't expecting was to gain something else in the process.

(Collaboration with sweetbratt) When Brantley Gilbert steps back from the limelight, his plan was to just write from the start, what happens when a woman stands up for him in a dusty backwoods bar? After defending him from a petty, jealous ex, she dosent seem to be phased by his interest. When Brantley finds out that his mystery girl is actually his good buddy's little sister, and much more interested in him than she let on, will they work out their differences?

Just a very, very fluffy story about our favorite wild boy.

After the release of Marshall's new song 'Secret Lover' he decides to finally reveal his new girlfriend to the world