Some wounds don't bleed. They burn. Camille Vitale was raised to win - at any cost. Silence was survival, and pain was just another lap to finish. By the time she met Max Verstappen on a dusty karting track, she already knew how to keep secrets. So did he. Years later, the world knows his name. And Camille? She's the one pulling the strings behind the camera flashes -polished and untouchable. But history doesn't stay buried forever. Not when it's hiding behind headlines and hollow smiles. As past and present collide at 300 kilometers an hour, Camille is forced to confront the one thing she was never trained for: What happens when the mask cracks? 🥇 > F1 🥈 > Max Verstappen

Just because Gerard Way is dead, doesn't mean he is gone.... he's still roaming around his home waiting for someone to walk through that door...anyone. For something to happen....anything. He's lonely, he has been for so long now. His family, and friends locked up his house, before moving on with their lives, leaving him trapped in his house, a spectral prisoner in a time capsule of his life. Ellie is on the run. With nowhere to go, she texts a friend of hers for help. He thinks he knows a place she might be able to stay. She would only need to keep the place from falling apart since it has been empty for so long.

"I hate my weaknesses, They make me who I am." In which a girl who can feel others emotions lives next door to a boy who feels too much. Or the one where Frank Iero meets his neighbor and learns about the simplicity of self-doubt. [SHORT STORY][Alternate title: The Simplicity of Self-Doubt] Copyright © 2016 by miserableyouth Ranked: short story #855 [08.10.18] frankiero #1 [04.10.20] mychemicalromance #2 [04.02.20]

"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."

There are those people in life that you just can't stand, and those people in life that you can't live without. There are people in life that make you miserable, and the people you can't help but fall in love with. With all of these different people in the world, is it possible that all of these feelings can be the responsibility of one person? This is a Frank Iero story. (This is only rated R for certain chapters. There is some nudity and sex scenes and there is strong language and situations of abuse but not descriptive).

Frank and Angela have been broken up for a few months now. Angela makes a rash decision and decided to move across the country. Frank has enough problems of his own as well. Is distance what these two need, or were they destined to come back together? A Frank Iero story. Sequel to Dark and Dirty Like You've Never Seen.

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR I thought it might be wise of me to say that the girl in this story has a plan to suicide. If this upsets you or has the possibility of triggering anything I suggest to read another one of my stories. ~~~ 'Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again.' I love those words. ........ I'm Fallyn, this is my story. Two weeks ago I went over to my friend’s house, only to find her dead. She'd slit her wrists the day earlier. This has brought me to realize that no matter what everyone dies in the end. Whether you're rich or poor, young or old, weak or sick. It doesn't matter if it's by murder, age, sickness, accident or suicide. Death is the ultimate equalizer and everyone gets a ride on that train at some stage. That's why I'm standing here, in my underwear, in the middle of the night at one of the highest bridges that I could find. The Widows Arch Bridge to be exact. In a couple of minutes I plan to jump, once I finish my cigarette it's bye bye world. Everything that I've needed to do has been done, I wrote a note and put it in my black duffle bag that was on the ground next to the wide railing that I was standing on. Someone would find it and take it to my Mum, I'd put her address on the note so she'd know what had happened to me. I said what I needed to...I hoped that she would be happy knowing that I'd done what felt right and ended my life. It's not like I was going to be of use to anyone. I didn't have a boyfriend or a family that cared much. Sure I had friends but they were nothing compared to my best friend Katelyn who I shared all my secrets and dreams with. But I didn't want anyone to miss me or save me, I was at peace with my decision. I don't want a savior. I've finished the final puff of my cigarette. I guess I should say goodbye now, I hope that you have a life that makes you happy. Those are my final words to you. So Long and Goodnight, Fallyn This plot and original characters are copyrighted©

'Alright ladies and gentleman, this is a robbery and if you want to make it out alive I suggest you get against that wall right fucking now!' ~~~ I've got ADHD, problems socializing AND anger issues. Why did I have to get caught up in this? I was supposed to be giving my friend her cup of coffee then going to a day at my college campus. I'm meant to be a doctor, not a hostage. I'm meant to fall in love, have kids, a career, all that stuff. I wanted to believe that there was someone for everyone but in a planet, in this town with so many people what was the changes you actually meet that person? One in a million.

"I knew it the second I laid my eyes on him. The way he chewed his gum in such a nonchalant way, with lips smacking like he wanted to wake the dead. He had dirty hair falling vulgarly against the side of his face and he stank like dry gin and old cigarettes. He was everything I wasn't. He was loud and messy, I was quiet and tidy. He was impulsive and unmerciful, I was hesitant and forgiving. He liked to bleed but I wanted to heal. He loved the sin, but I was pure. Well, at least I thought I was..." *Inspired from real events but completely fictional. TW / Contains drug/alcohol use, violence, sexual content and curse words.

A new state, a new school, a new group of friends and a new budding romance. Lennox was nowhere near prepared for what her future held once she met Frank Iero. [High School Edition][Book One] Copyright © 2010 by maybememories Cover by soundthealarm