Annie was an outcast, listening to My Chemical Romance and Green Day. The orphanage is slowly killing her, but then one of MCR's members come to adopt a child, and Annie meets Mikey Way.

The story you are about to read is some horrific things that have happened to me. My names Jade Winter, I'm 17 years old and I just lost my mom and dad. So I guess you know where I'm headed. It seems like all the bad things happen to me... But why me? Will Jade get her 'happily ever after' or will she be stuck on her own forever? (set in 1994-present) {editing 2016~~Thanks for 1k+!!}

Amanda is 12 years old and lives in an orphanage. Her parents left her and she lives a boring life. What if her idol and some happiness peaks into her life? Read to find out more.

Liza Edward's is one lucky girl to be adopted by this lovely family. Twists and turns throughout the story. Grab your tissues and have fun! ^_^

Gerard Way Fanfiction. Book #1

California had always been a place people dreamed about. But in 2019, most of the dreams have become nightmares. Better Living Industries had taken over the state by drugging civilians and killing those who rebel. These rebels were the Killjoys, the only color in the now white-washed region. The Killjoys are getting their Golden State back, and they are not taking no for an answer.

Desolation Row Gerard Way Fanfiction. I AM STARTING OVER BECAUSE THIS IS WAY TOO FLUFFY AND UGH I AM DISGUSTED AS A WRITER OF MY OWN WORK.

Just a cute little love story with Frank Iero and Violet Way. They have known each other for a while and Violet really likes Frank, but does he feel the same way? They go through a lot and they are very good friends but are they better as lovers? Only time will tell, but in the mean time, let's just stay in the middle. I fucking hate this book {warning: sex scenes and mature language}

-REWRITTEN/EDIT THE ENTIRE STORY ON 7/24/17- Coughing, the smoke swirled in front of me as beams of black and white flashing lights raced across my vision, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. My lungs ached as they tried to pull in clean oxygen, my eyes straining to see through the grey haze. Once the smoke dissipated some, I could see we had appeared in the middle of a road. It was cracked and full of potholes, the yellow lines coated with dirt and grime from over the years it seemed. Taking a better look around, it looked like a bomb had gone off and I was witnessing the remainders of a city.