KyaraTheKiller

          Ash was surrounded by chicks, blonde whores slathered in makeup and giggling like a pack of hyenas. I saw him wrap his tattooed arm around the slim waist of a slut. She slapped his arm and made a futile attempt to get away, Ash barely had to make an effort to keep her at his side. She pouted and crossed her arms over her large chest, feigning resignation. It sickened me to watch, I turned back to the Jack Daniels in the shot glass beside me, sighing, I picked it up and downed it. After the show we had decided to roam the town. Knowing this would happen, I opted to stay behind on the bus, but Ashley only had to look at me with those

   Black Veil Brides had just come home from their year-end Europe tour, and decided to take a short break for the holiday season. While they loved doing what they did, they all looked forward to the idea of spending some time off. Especially Andy and Jinxx.   The two of them had been together for so long, they could hardly keep track. Jinxx got married to and divorced from Sammi while he and Andy were together, and Andy had Juliet walk in to his life, as well. Both of their girls understood that the two boys were just too inseparable to ask them to break up. But nobody knew the behind-the-scenes action.   And nobody could guess the endin

WARNING! Mature Content!        Will looked at me with a gaze that sent shivers running deliciously down my spine. It held the promise of everything I'd ever desired. Oh how tempting it was to give into those brown eyes! I forced myself to look away, he gave a frustrated sigh and left to smoke yet another cigarette.        We'd been touring through London for a while and were taking a much needed break, Will had been kind enough to offer us a place in his home. Andy and the guys  had agreed without a second thought. The first thing he did when we arrived was give us a tour of his grand home. It was somewhat like I had imagined it. Dark an

"Andy, Stop!" He shouted at me, pinning me to the wall. I looked at him with wide eyes, scared at him for once. His gaze softened once he noticed how scared I was. "S-Sorry Andy I.." He stuttered, looking down. I felt guilty, maybe cutting wasn't the perfect thing to do... It was my fault Ashley and I broke up, I deserve to be hit. I wrapped my long, slender arms around Ashley, smiling. "It's Okay Ash...By the way, I might get blood on you." he chuckled, getting comfortable in my embrace. "It's Okay Andy, It will come out." We stayed like that for a few more minutes, until I spoke up. "Ash...What is the real reason we broke up..?" He sig

It was about 1 o'clock, and my class was waiting for Mr. Green to come back. He had ran out to his car to get some papers. I was listening to From Atlantis and working on some song lyrics. The others were all talking together. I felt a wad of paper hit me on the back of the head. I turned around and stared at James, this super cocky kid who thought that he was the biggest ladies' man, because he had two girls that followed him around. He gave me a devious, crooked smile and went back to talking to one of the whores. A minute later, another piece of paper hit me. As I turned around, two more flew at me. I tried to ignore them, but two more hi

After my little interview, I went back up to my room and turned on Sixx:A.M. I pulled out my lyrics notebook and a pencil, grabbed my guitar, and started writing. This song was gonna be about how I'm fed up with the shit that Madame Carrie gave me. The last several times people have come to adopt, she's said things about me to make me look bad, so I wouldn't be adopted. She just wanted to keep me around, because making fun of me kept the girls entertained. Madame Carrie was nothing more than a teenage girl in a ancient woman's body. I was up there for about an hour before someone came pounding on my door. Rolling my eyes and huffing, I got

Warning!:Explicit Content        Before long, I was pinned underneath Jinxx as he kissed every bit of exposed skin, from my neck, lower jaw, and all over my face. With one hand, he held my arms above my head. With the other, he struggled with the buttons of his shirt. I writhed under him, trying to get free, but he was having none of that. He tightened his grasp on my wrists and continued to struggle with his clothes. Frustrated, he yanked at the fabric, there was several popping noises as the silver buttons were torn from their stitches. I gazed at his smooth, pale chest. I could feel his erection pressing against mine through the fabric o