This is the story of Anastasia Babineaux in chronological order. Anastasia runs by the nickname 'Babe' which Ace gave her himself because her last name gave him some difficulties.

finished - september 16, 2019 In which they love each other endlessly but just can't seem to get it right.

I was quiet. "That really bothered you that much?" He nodded. "Yeah. I knew it would bother you. And it bothered me, too. For other reasons, though." "Other reasons?" I echoed. Now it was his turn to be quiet for a moment. I could see that he was thinking, debating in his head. "This isn't how I imagined it at all. Pouring, in a parking lot, just after I leave detention. It's kind of funny," Mischa nearly laughed, but didn't. I just looked at him, confused, heart pounding. "There's something that I really need to say. And if I hold it in any longer, It'll eat away at me."

In which a wife loses all memory of her husband. (currently re-writing as of 07/2025) ••• 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: This book contains strong language, depictions of alcohol and drug use, sexual content, references to suicide, mental health struggles, pregnancy loss, and death. Reader discretion is advised. 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧: This story takes place in the '90s. While the timeline of tours, releases, and events may not be perfectly accurate, care was taken to keep it as close to reality as possible. This book includes medical terminology, dialogue, and diagnostic scenarios that have been portrayed to the best of my ability for the purpose of storytelling. While every effort has been made to present information accurately, not all medical terms, conditions, symptoms, or treatments described may be correct or reflect real life medical practices. I am not a doctor or medically trained professional. All original characters and storylines are the intellectual property of the author. This excludes the real life figures of Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, and Tré Cool, who are used here in a fictional context. I do not claim ownership of any music referenced. Plagiarism will not be tolerated. If you suspect this book has been reproduced or distributed without permission, please contact me immediately.

New York, 1934: Working in a strip club as a dancer is not how (y/n) imagined life, but she managed so far. Yet the new band's guitarist, and an unmoral deal she is being pushed into turn her life around, and not for the better. Reader: female Words total ≈ 20 000 Warnings: violence, blood, mentions of nudity, mentions of prostitution, it's set in a strip club, so everything that comes along with that, I guess

"Hey! That's a nice jacket you got on little lady..." A familiar Scouse accent shouted. "Thanks my best friend gave it to me..." George chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, "well between you and me..." he began to whisper leaning in closer to my ear. "Your best friend must really care about you."

"You've been weird with me for days now!" I shouted, "Why? Billie what happened between us? You won't even look at me any more, do i mean nothing to you or something?" "-No! It's not like that-" "-I've known you my whole life and now you act like you don't know me. Do you care about me?" "Of course I do-" "-then why are you staring at your converse right now?" He looked up at me finally, his eyes meeting mine. "Because looking at you makes me nervous recently," he sighed lightly. "Why?" "I don't know. It's not that you don't mean anything to me because- by God phee you do. You're my BestFriend and I've always been myself around you but now I get all nervous and my stomatch starts feeling weird and-" he cut himself off as he stopped talking mid way through sentence. "And?" "I don't know. One moment I can't take my eyes off you then the next I'm scared to let them lay onto you," "Why? Billie it hurts when you don't look at me, why do you dodge my eyes when they try to meet yours?" He breathed in lightly. He looked back down but made sure to quickly look back at me. "It isn't that I won't look at you cause you don't mean any thing to me, I don't look at you sometimes because the impact your gaze gives me now, scares me. You make me feel all tingly and gooey. And it scares me." "Why does that scare you?" "Cause I've never felt this way before, i don't even know what it means," his eyes looked back down at the floor. And instead of getting angry about it i let them. Because I understood why they were scared to look at me. I make him feel new feelings he's never even knew exsisted, and he doesn't like it. he doesn't even know what those feelings are. And call me crazy, but maybe he loved me too, not in the friendly way. Maybe he loved me but he didn't realise. He looked back up to me, he gave me a half hearted smile before he spoke up again. "Seeing you use to be so easy, but now you breathe and i turn to stone."

Your friendship with George Harrison is the strongest friendship in the entirety of Liverpool, so strong that you two even promise that you'll get married when you get older. This isn't just one of those childish promises that friends make who forget the very next day, oh no, this is something that haunts you two for your whole lives, through moving, the forming of a band, searching for a place to live, and touring trouble. But nothing will stop you two from finishing this promise.

A Baltimorian travels to California for one thing: work. She does not expect to find love, life long friends, or a shot at a career in the buisness she's always loved. But as a young girl with a good heart and a clear head, she can find anything she sets out to. Follow the story of this girl and a beloved towering Texan in this story, 'Childlike Eyes'.

Jade is sick. Her parents abused her, and when someone found out she was sent to an orphanage. She's been there most of her life, and doesn't have any friends there. Neither does she have any hope of being adopted. So when her heroes end up adopting her, you can imagine how much her life will be turned upside down.