what happens when heartthrob, Andy Biersack moves to New Jersey. Next door to Jon Bongiovi ( aka Jon Bon Jovi ). Jon and his band, sees past Andy's music and sees how sweet he is. Can they convince, the neighborhood that he's not a dangerous freak next door. will John convince him to stay? or will racist Neighbors Force Andy out. Find out in the freak next door. please vote comment let me know how you like it.

These are short stories featuring some rock bands like Queen, Def Leppard, Cinderella, Bon Jovi and I could go on and on but I'll stop right now. If you have ideas for a short story, tell me in private message.

*WARNING* This story is under construction. Any weird quirks you come across, I'm working on it to improve the quality of the story for you readers. Just updated chapter #1 Villians are forced to turn into haunted heroes... All starting with Harley Quinn and her ride to craziness.

It's 1973 and superstar Robert Lamm is on tour with his band Chicago. On one stop in Boston, he sees a beautiful girl, whose name he soon finds out is Orianah, but all her friends call her Ori. He falls head over heels for her and soon they start dating. Follow his adventures with Ori and Chicago in Saturday in the Park: A Robert Lamm Fanfic!!

Harry loves Niall. Niall loves Harry. Simple right? Not when they both can’t come out and say it. Jealousy is an emotion and typically refers to the negative thoughts and feelings of insecurity, fear and anxiety over an anticipated loss of something. In Harry's case the loss of a chance with the one he loves. Niam, Ziall and Larry all strike up jealousy but will Narry grow the balls to do something about it? (Hint: Yes) what will happen when they do? Is it all smooth sailing from then? READ AND FIND OUT!! :)

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

Harry on the Prairie ~ A Harry Styles AU Fanfiction WATTYS 2016 WINNER in the category of HQ LOVE An excerpt published via COSMOPOLITAN online via September 14, 2016. *********** NOTICE: Mature/sexual content lies within these pages . . .you may experience feels in your nether-regions. *********** Harry Styles lives alone on his farm a few miles outside of Cider Creek. He's 20 years old and mighty handsome --too handsome to be keeping to himself as much as he does, but that's how he's always been. Harry was 18 when he bought his farmland. No parents, no wife, only him. He came into town on the rare occasion that he needed something from the mercantile, but that was it. No church on Sundays. He was polite if someone approached him, but it was obvious to everyone that Harry just wanted to be left alone. So after awhile, the townsfolk pretty much gave up trying to include him in anything. He lived his life in deliberate solitude. It was better this way. Then one day, a letter came for Harry in the post. The postmaster had to ride out and deliver it special, as Harry never got any mail, and as a result, never stopped by the post office to check like most people did...

Short stories bout Def Leppard members BON Jovi members and poison members request are welcomed message me you're name plot and who you want in you're story.

"Looks that kill". That's just a saying, right? Not for Winter Rinaldi, novice runway model and boyfriend-killer extraordinaire. *Rated R*