~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Of all the beautiful porcelain dolls in this world, why pick an broken rag doll like me?", I ask as he squeezes my hand and glances at my lips. To my surprise, he simply answers with a grin as if it were clear as glass, "Broken things have beautiful stories. Why not you?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the Victorian era of England, Dahlia Josephine was always an outcast since the day she was born - being born with black hair and hazel eyes in a wealthy and fabulous family of blondes and blue eyes - and she always believed she would never earn the same privileges her sisters got easily. It got worse when an event that her five older sisters orchestrated created both a physical and emotional scar that would remind her of her social standing in this life. When her mother is lucky to work for Queen Stephanie and her three sons in her castle of Palaye Royale, the sisters go crazy for the middle child of the Queen, Prince Remington. But Remington has his eyes (and heart) set on the unique and gentle-natured daughter who he recognizes from a past memory. As he gets to know her better, he'll learn how scared she is of her family, and of herself. *started on 8/30/2019* {New cover created by the talented @infamousbat}

It is the late summer of 1988 somewhere in America. Beaux Evans has to go back to school after a rough time with his parents, who now put him in a boarding school for boys. They hope he finally gets back on track and is able to go to one of the Ivy colleges. But does he want that, too? It has to be good when it makes his parents happy, right? This mindset quickly changes when he meets Andy Biersack. Andy is everything Beaux' parents hate. He smokes, never obeys and is rude to everyone who is rude to him. As soon as Beaux lays eyes on this black haired and blue eyed boy he is captured. But there is a problem. The society of the 20th century is not really fond of two men kissing. A/N: This story will contain strong language, some violence and boyxboy interactions. The content is completely made up and mine. I do not own Andy Biersack.

Tamaras life is average, except that she lives in an orphanage in Berlin, but that does not bother her. She never knew who her parents were. She is good in school, kind of popular and gets along with everyone. But what happens when the boy she dreams about every night suddenly turns out to be real? And what happens when she discovers a 15 year old crime, which is not your average kidnapping story? WARNING: There are mentions of graphic violence and mental instabilities DISCLAIMER: I do not own Andy Biersack or any brands you might come across. The story content is mine and fictional.

Andy Biersack, a 21 year old rockstar was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. After killing 10 people in his neighborhood, he was taken to Brookside Mental Asylum. Two years later, he meets his nurse, Amber Jackson. She knows all about Andy's condition, but feels there is something else to do with his situation. Will Amber and Andy's relationship ever be more than a nurse and her patient?

Johnny Faust is out on bail and desperate for answers. What will he learn when he looks more deeply? This is a short story based on the movie American Satan. It was written before the follow-up mini-series Paradise City was released.

A hungry young rock band drop out of college and move to Los Angeles' Sunset Strip to chase after their dreams. However, they soon catch the dangerous attention of a sinister stranger. Kayla, however, met this stranger and has to make a choice between life or death.

It's been two years since Scarlet seen Andy. In those two years she thought he was dead, but she was wrong. With Sehun dead everything will be okay, right? ❝My love is like playing with fire❞ (Sequel to "Gorgeous Nightmare") (Warning: violence)

"You only care about yourself." I snapped. His face softened. "That's not true." Such a lie. He had no shame in lying to my face, nor did he have shame in his behavior or actions towards me. He was selfish. He only cared about himself and no one around him. The games he played with my head. The things he said to my face. Everything he's done to me has broken me more than I already was, so why was I still here? Why was I here with him? Why was I thinking about him and thinking of his feelings instead of my own? "I care about one thing." "What's that?" I asked gently. "You."

"Once you check in, you never check out."