𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒂 𝑮𝒐 𝑮𝒐 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐲, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐌𝐨̈𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮̈𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐮𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟? 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧?

"when she calls me up my voice begins to shake she comes right over over right away." life wasn't easy for either of them, but they had to make things work to survive. their love for one another was strong, both denying their feelings could cost them everything. {disclaimer, i don't own the edit of the cover, tumblr was the place I found it}

A love story for the ages. trigger warnings: drug use, violence, garden variety debauchery. updates every sunday unless posted otherwise. enjoy!

Being together constantly had caused an inexplicable tension between us- a sort of friction, if you will. Before Mötley hit it big, they were protective of me, but not in the way they were now; I had a boyfriend for a while and I was allowed to come and go as I pleased with minimal arguments. Of course, after a while things change. Relationships fall through, people get noticed. No matter what the situation was, high or low, Nikki and I were always there for each other. It never had ceased to amaze me that no matter how upset we were with each other, we were as close as could be- until now. He had finally crossed the line for the final time this tour. (Long chapters)

It's 1987; the year of sex, drugs, rock n' roll, and the self destruction of two rock stars who can't admit that they're in love. [Started: 02.25.19; Finished: 07.10.24] [#1 in Nikki Sixx stories - 08.04.19] [#4 in Motley Crue stories - 07.10.24] This story is intellectual property of coolliketre. Do not copy or plagiarize this story or I WILL take action. © 2019 coolliketre. All rights reserved.

- "Sex, drugs, and rock n' roll, man" The year was 1980. Liv was a L.A. high school graduate who turned down her future for music. Her band split up and she was looking out for a unique one who was looking for a guitar player. She was ready and eager to make it big. Her whole life changes when she meets just two punks in a dirty ass apartment. But the punk with the emerald eyes seems more special to her than the others.

"i don't mind being hated, but I hate being misunderstood" AP soysawce 2018

I take her hand and start the walk to the building. It's very dark out, and the lot is only lit on the front. But I have no trouble finding my way. Once we are walking along the back side of the building, I stop. She is in between myself and the building now, and I don't think I can control myself much longer. I turn to face her, and she faces me. I lift her chin so that I can look into her eyes. At this point, she has no vision. I can tell she is starting to panic. Her pulse is rising. We are finally arriving at my favorite part. 'Shh. Sweetheart, everything is fine.' I coo. 'I just want to thank you for the ride.' I lean down and kiss her neck. Then a lick. Then a bite. Her blood fills my mouth, and I black out. Loosing all control. Completed Highest rank: #1 remington #2 remingtonleith #2 emersonbarrett #24 palayeroyale Formerly titled 'A Not So Casual Encounter' New ending.

She was once a lonely vampire, nowhere to turn. She was once saved by another vampire named Remington. He turned out to be a dick. But what happens when he turns out to be her soul mate? WARING THIS BOOK CONTAINS: GORE ABUSE VIOLENCE CURSING WARNING THIS BOOK MENTIONS: SELF HARM SUICIDE

In a world where Stevie Marie Granger never learns to be bold, never leaves for New York, and never listens to Palaye Royale, She's learned to simply act big, so things don't hurt her anymore. Insults and disappointments roll off her, not leaving a scratch, and she knows that her life will never change. That is-- until her two best friends drag her away from her life of being cooped up in her room with a sketchbook at all times to a certain concert that leads to a drunk guy stealing her shirt. When the lead singer rescues her-- he doesn't exactly get off to a good start. Because rule #1 in this fiery girl's book: handle things on her own. •.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.• "You know, you're a real douche, you know that?" I growl through gritted teeth, continuing to hold my arms over my bare chest. Remington smirks. "You're not a piece of cake either, little ray of sunshine." "I wouldn't be a jerk if you were just a little nice." "Well, you've got no talent when it comes to the art of being nice either."