She hasn't ever had a famous musician stumble into the parlor before, and to be honest, she was embarrassed. What must he think? Turns out that he wasn't paying her for what everyone else was paying her to do. He was paying, up front, just to write about her. This is the story of how Simone Rooney, a legal prostitute, became Mona Lisa, and how Brendon Urie unintentionally changed her life.

Riley Urie, little sister of Brendon Urie, is living with Brendon and Sarah after being given up by her parents. Brendon has to learn to deal with a wild teenager while Riley discovers that there are consequences for everything. What will happen when Riley breaks another rule? Being Brendon Urie's little sister has it's perks, but when faced with the slightest challenge, Riley has to learn to overcome the past and trust her future.

SEQUEL TO DEVIL'S WEAKNESS ====== Angels come in a kinds, as does with anything, loud, quiet, smart, not so smart, confident, shy, good, evil. Yet with angel's their wings can tell you a lot about them. -- "Lying there, with a halo in her hair, she cried, there are feathers everywhere, but it's fine. You do this all the time."

Every demon's weakness is an angel. Though we would like to think angel's are stronger than demons, they are every angel's downfall, specifically towards hell. --------- The conspiracies are true, Brendon had been turning into something of a demon, or worse. Y/N didn't believe it, he was after all her idol. {Currently rewriting the first few chapters because I wrote them a while ago and they were terrible and boring. Nothing in the plot will change which is why I'm leaving it as 'Completed'} DISCLAIMER: This is just fiction that popped into my mind, I am not in anyway tring to say that Brendon is Satan or anything along those lines. Also I have NOTHING against Sarah, or Ryan. Brendon and Sarah are my OTP and Ryan is one of my biggest idols. PURELY FICTION.

•mama said, 'you're a pretty girl, what's in your head, it doesn't matter...'• • *this story name has been changed from pretty hurts to beauty killer*

"I'm going to tell you about a girl and a boy. But remember, this is not a love story. This is the story of how I ruined Brendon Urie's life. And I loved it." Popularity is tough, but destroying someone is tougher. Cora Crawford-Pierson has worked since the sixth grade in anticipation for this year. She's got the looks, the smarts and the social status to execute her ultimate plot against Brendon Urie. Junior year of high school would be the year that she turns everything Brendon loves into dirt. With an aching passion for revenge, there's absolutely nothing that can stand in Cora's way. She will get what she wants, even if that means destroying everything she's worked so hard to create. Maybe Brendon deserves what he has coming, but ultimately, how far is too far? Lies? Deception? Murder? Sluts And Glory is something not for the weak of heart, stomach or mind. An unforgettably dark tale told through the eyes of a twisted seventeen-year-old about obsession, manipulation and sex.

{Completed} - I smiled at him, taking the hand from my knee and intertwining our fingers together, silencing his bouncing leg. "So far this night has turned out quite cliché hasn't it?" I spoke as he grinned sheepishly and gazed down at our hands. "A girl and a boy sneak out together, expecting to explore the city. The girl," I motioned to myself, "is approached by an overly confident guy who gets beaten to the ground by the seemingly smaller boy," I motioned to Brendon who frowned slightly, "who she then develops feelings for at the sight of his strength." "And here we are," he smirked, lifting up our intertwined fingers. "Yes, and are you going to tell me where we are going now?" He grinned widely as his eyes moved past mine out of the bus window. He slid his fingers out of my grasp to point at a large flickering sign that read, House of Memories, in an intensely fluorescent blue. (I promise this is more of a band fic than a story about high school lol, in other words, I like to think it gets better as the story progresses so, pls bare with me)

a chance meeting, a one night stand, an illicit agreement... saying 'yes' to being friends with benefits is one thing, but doing it with panic! at the disco frontman brendon urie is something else entirely [formerly 'hey moon']

"How the fuck did bashing you in the head with my locker make you wanna be my friend?" ©paypals 2016-17

"Hey, you there in the middle." At a Panic! At The Disco concert, you manage to catch Brendon Urie's attention. . . Enough to make him fall in love with you. He begins to constantly brighten your day with your shared love for coffee, your duets, his smug jokes, and he never fails to find a way to make you warm up to him. But when you're met with trouble and a few bruises, what decision will the both of you make? To stay together and be physically hurt, or stay apart and be mentally hurt? "I'll never replace you, Brendon. This may sound cliché, but I couldn't even if I wanted to." Sequel is published! Go check it out! ///NEW COVER/// Cover made by me! @Maker_of_History made the first two covers in the history of this book! They did an amazing job! Gotta love 'em. [Brendon's wife will not be in this story. However, I have nothing against her. Much love to Sarah ❤️]