Meet Valleri Delaire, an 18 year old who has just graduated and is ready to have one last carefree summer before college and the inevitable tasks of adult responsibility. One fateful day at the beach, she meets a boy...a boy named Davy. Davy is smart, funny, talented, and, above all, a gentleman. Yet, there is just one small problem...Davy has a girlfriend. Join Valleri over the course of one summer as she witnesses love, experiences adventure and finds a newfound explanation of what it means to be true to yourself and the others who surround her. This is a Davy Jones Fan Fiction. There may be a few appearances of other Monkee members as well, but you'll have to read more to find out. ; ) I hope you all enjoy this story, as it is my first attempt at this sort of thing. Let me know what you think in the comments below and if you have any more suggestions for future editions of Fan Fictions like this. I'm open for anything!

My love for you is more than just a game... If you feel what I feel, you won't go away... If you don't feel what I feel, I'll go on my way... I do not own The Monkees.

NOT AFFILIATED WITH THE MONKEES OR THEIR PROPERTIES what if The Monkees had a season three to their television show? well know you'll know!!

I hold up my right hand for him to see. Tattooed on it are messily-written Initials R.M.N. The initials are something everyone is born with, written on your wrist written in your soulmates handwriting. A collaboration between writers 'Quincy_The_Bean' and 'Apaperbackwriter'

The title pretty much???? *Excuse my sucky cover(s)* Thanks :)

There was the mob, all reaching and grabbing at something on the ground. Several of them were screaming bloody murder (due to the excitement of the fallen Beatle or because they were being pushed and shoved was unknown). "Paul McCartney! It's him!" they shrieked in utter amazement as they ripped at his hair and his clothes.... The year is 1964, and The Beatles have made it big...maybe a little too big, for, everywhere they go, they're ambushed by fan girls. Usually, the lads from Liverpool are quicker than the crowd, but, one day, the fans happen to grab a hold of none other than The Beatles' bassist, Paul McCartney, effectively beating his body and mind to a pulp. This angst/hurt comfort story tells the tale of Paul McCartney, who has been scarred by the brutality of his attack, and his three friends, John Lennon, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr, who are trying their best to help Paul and his paranoid state of mind. Will the three friends help Paul? Or will they only make his situation worse? If so, will Paul go so far as to quit being a Beatle? Read "I'll Cry Instead" to find out! Inspired by a story on Fanfiction.net called "Stage Fright." Do give that one a read, if you have the chance.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮...❞ [𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋] 1964. Elouise Hart has a fight with her alcoholic mother and ends up meeting George Harrison in a park late one night. He lives across the world, but is fate enough to keep them together? 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⇾ Alcoholism, swearing,, (inexplicit) sex 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐌 𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⇾ 2000 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 ⇾ July 10, 2020 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ⇾ December 23, 2020 **𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 ⇾ This book is a work of fiction, only loosely based on true events. Any character that shares a name and story with real historical figures-as well as their actions-have been changed by the author. I do not own the Beatles or any works associated with them, only my original characters and storylines! I Need You © WeaselbeethePeculiar (2020)

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"You used to be my confidante, my underneath the staircase friend, but I fell out of love with you, and brought our romance to an end..." You are babysitting your grandkids so their parents can go on a much needed vacation. Due to their age, they are wild, and you'd expect that, but you didn't expect one of them to break your prized vase given to you by Paul McCartney. It may not seem like it, but a simple shatter of a vase is enough to break a heart and release the full backstory with Paul. You'd die to see your Macca again, but two seven-year-olds can't get you to him... Can they?