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Wild Side Chapter 6
The inside of the castle was very beautiful. The walls were red with black pillars built into the walls. My dress dragged against the ground and my heels ominously clicked against the hard wood floor as I looked around the grand palace. Paintings as well covered the walls and a large fireplace in the center of the far wall of the living room. A staircase, right where you walk in and a large chandelier hung from the beautifully decorated ceiling. Large couches, with red and black fabric for the cushions stood around the fireplace, as well as a huge armchair and a side table here and there with lamps and nick knacks on top.
"Nice place huh? Much better than that cramped cabin. Well here you have plenty of space my dear." Nikki said to me, his arm was snaking around my waist. I jump at the sudden move and Nikki removes his hand and looks down.
"Uh...sorry." He said sheepishly. I ignore him and go into more rooms, where long hallways and eerie looking statues and paintings were all over th
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Wild Side Chapter 5
As Vince led me through a snow swirled land he showed me magnificent magic. Leading me through fields of sparkling snow and icicles that I've never seen like before. He had amazing powers of snow and ice. I asked him later how he got them when we were looking out over a cliff. Below us was a large, snow covered forest blanketed with large pine trees and mountains in the background. I sat down in the powdery snow and Vince did the same.
"How did you become like this?" I asked thoughtfully, looking out at the scenery below me. Vince was silent for a while, then answered,
"I was born like this I guess. I never knew my parents though, on my eighteenth birthday I was freezing and my body temperature seemed to drop. My hair became white, and it was like icicles and cold as stone liquid steel was flowing threw me. My skin crawled with some sort of icy chill, and when the pain had receded, I found myself, in the middle of no where, deep in a snow covered forest. I was expecting to be cold, but
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Wild Side Chapter 4
As I awoke I found that I was all alone in my room. It was dark out and the snow still fell silently out my window. I let out a yawn and stretched a much needed stretch and placed my feet on the cold hardwood floor. Rubbing my eyes I sleepily walked across the room and opened the door revealing a hallway with wooden walls and paintings. Looking around and stepping out, admiring all the masterpieces on the walls a feeling of peace swept over me. Strangely, though, I should've been very uncomfortable in my new surroundings but I felt no fear at all.
Walking down the halls, studying the paintings I noticed a few that looked very strange and looked eerily familiar to those of my acquaintances. One was of a man, with ice blue eyes piercing my own, a hint of a slightly familiar look of wisdom, and his long raven black hair slightly covering his face with sunken cheeks and a frail, but soft expression as a black cape covered his features slightly, just enough to have two, sharp fangs poking o
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Wild Side chapter 3
As I was waking from my sleep I heard voices.
"Hey she's waking up." A deep voice said that sounded evil but full of mystery.
"Hey can you hear me?" I heard that familiar, calm, quiet, caring voice say that I had heard earlier. I opened my eyes to see four men. The first one who was standing behind another raven haired man (who was sitting comfortingly on my bed) had mesmerizing green eyes, his hair was black with tints of brown and down to his chest. His strong form, covered in tattoos and a perfect, smooth and perfectly toned handsome face to complete his complexion. He was wearing all black, a long cape hanging from his neck down his strong back going down to his ankles and flowing behind him. The part facing his back was a blood red and the part facing away was a shiny, midnight black. Chains hung down from his legs and a sword tucked safely under his studded belt, and he moved with grace with the chains jingling along with his graceful stride. Muscles flexing with every step makin
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Wild Side chapter 2
I opened my eyes to meet a cabin ceiling. Recollecting myself I feel a sharp pain in my head and cringe. Opening them again I look around to see I'm in a bedroom. Walls made of tanned logs and the room was dimly lit creating a cozy atmosphere. I was lying on a bed with white sheets but it was quite comfortable. I sigh heavily and sit up carefully. My head aching but I manage to plant my feet on the floor.
"Hey guys I'm gonna go check on her." I heard a voice from the other side of the wall say. I stop and rush under the covers and pretend to be asleep. I heard a door knob click then a door being opened. Heels clicking against the hardwood floor and stopping at my bedside. Feeling a cold hand on my forehead I shiver and try to stay asleep. The hand was small and calloused feeling. Very rough but tender at the same time.
"Hey sweetheart. I know you probably can't hear me but..." The voice said. It was quiet and shy sounding, then I felt my hand be grabbed by the tender hands and squeeze
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Wild Side Chapter 1
My name is Raven. I'm not like other normal girls with normal lives and normal parents. I'm 18, tall with a curvy form and black hair with tints of blue and silver. My eyes were deep pools of blue with tints of blood red. My lips were plump and pink, soft and always covered in black lipstick. My eyes, surrounded with black eyeshadow and eyeliner, looked slightly evil but in a way gentle. I was a very special sort of girl, the outcast or the popular one. More like the one that's different from everyone else.
That's because I was. The day I was born was the night of the blood red moon. Where the stars a line to form a pentagram in the starry sky and the moon to turn bright red. My parents put me up for adoption just when I came into the world. For I was born on "The Night of the Devil" they call it, and that I was a cursed, satanic child with some sort of unknown ability. I was adopted from one family to another, sending me back to the Adoption Center at least after the full moon every m
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Wild Side Chapter 3
As I was waking from my sleep I heard voices.
"Hey she's waking up." A deep voice said that sounded evil but full of mystery.
"Hey can you hear me?" I heard that familiar, calm, quiet, caring voice say that I had heard earlier. I opened my eyes to see four men. The first one who was standing behind another raven haired man (who was sitting comfortingly on my bed) had mesmerizing green eyes, his hair was black with tints of brown and down to his chest. His strong form, covered in tattoos and a perfect, smooth and perfectly toned handsome face to complete his complexion. He was wearing all black, a long cape hanging from his neck down his strong back going down to his ankles and flowing behind him. The part facing his back was a blood red and the part facing away was a shiny, midnight black. Chains hung down from his legs and a sword tucked safely under his studded belt, and he moved with grace with the chains jingling along with his graceful stride. Muscles flexing with every step makin
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Wild Side Chapter 2
I opened my eyes to meet a cabin ceiling. Recollecting myself I feel a sharp pain in my head and cringe. Opening them again I look around to see I'm in a bedroom. Walls made of tanned logs and the room was dimly lit creating a cozy atmosphere. I was lying on a bed with white sheets but it was quite comfortable. I sigh heavily and sit up carefully. My head aching but I manage to plant my feet on the floor.  
"Hey guys I'm gonna go check on her." I heard a voice from the other side of the wall say. I stop and rush under the covers and pretend to be asleep. I heard a door knob click then a door being opened. Heels clicking against the hardwood floor and stopping at my bedside. Feeling a cold hand on my forehead I shiver and try to stay asleep. The hand was small and calloused feeling. Very rough but tender at the same time.
"Hey sweetheart. I know you probably can't hear me but..." The voice said. It was quiet and shy sounding, then I felt my hand be grabbed by the tender hands and s
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Wild Side Chapter 1
Call of the Wild Chapter 1
     My name is Raven. I'm not like other normal girls with normal lives and normal parents. I'm 18, tall with a curvy form and black hair with tints of blue and silver. My eyes were deep pools of blue with tints of blood red. My lips were plump and pink, soft and always covered in black lipstick. My eyes, surrounded with black eyeshadow and eyeliner, looked slightly evil but in a way gentle. I was a very special sort of girl, the outcast or the popular one. More like the one that's different from everyone else.
    That's because I was. The day I was born was the night of the blood red moon. Where the stars a line to form a pentagram in the starry sky and the moon to turn bright red. My parents put me up for adoption just when I came into the world. For I was born on "The Night of the Devil" they call it, and that I was a cursed, satanic child with some sort of unknown ability. I was adopted from one family to another, sending me bac
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Bridge Of Sighs
You burn
You're electric
You're an inexplicable twist
inside my gut
I learn
I'm addicted
I'm the stubborn fantasist
with eyes wide shut
If we could ride this star to outer space
You'd see the truth written on my face
Bridge of sighs
Across the void we go
Above the skies,
No one would ever know
I lie;
I'm in static
I touched the white-numb spark
and something happened
You smile,
So evasive
You're a sunbeam in the stark
mercury heaven
If we could break the gaze of constellations
You would see my honest fascination
Bridge of sighs
Across the void we go
Above the skies,
No one would ever know
Bridge of sighs
In velvet nights I see
You and I
With all the world below
No one would ever know.
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Take My Breath Away
*Crash*
The darkness of the room gave way to a bright flash of light, followed instantly by a crash of thunder that seemed to rumble on forever afterwards. Mick opened his pale eyes, looking around the room that was once again pitch dark. He shifted a bit under the blankets, jumping when a warm arm suddenly snaked around his waist.
"Hey babe."  Came Nikki's voice in his ear, a soft mutter that sent a hot puff of air past his ear, making him shiver in pleasure.
"Hey yourself." He replied, and Nikki grinned at the sleepy tone. His mate was adorable when he was tired, even if it made him cranky. Then again, there weren't many things about Mick that he -didn't- find adorable... He always had been to him.
I remember what you wore on the first day
You came into my life and I thought
"Hey, you know, this could be something"
'Cause everything you do and words you say
You know that it all takes my breath away
And now I'm left with nothing

"Nikki?"
The bassist twitched as he cam
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First Christmas Together
„Mick, do you have a Christmas wish?"
"Tiky you know I hate Christmas so let me in peace with that shit."
I was a bit disappointed about that answer. This was our first Christmas together and he was like that.
The other Motley Members were not like him. They were really waiting for the christmas days. Most of all Tommy. He was like a little child and he persuaded me for a shopping tour this day.
Because we were in Europe it was cold but no Snow. It hasn't snow this year here, it only rained.
"Tell me Tommy, do you know why Mick hate Christmas?" I asked and looked up to him.
The tall drummer started to think.
"Hmmm....I think its because he was every year alone at Christmas before he met you and over all that years that makes Christmas useless for him."
"You mean he was sitting alone in his house every year?" I asked as we walked in a tall shopping center.
"Sitting alone and most of the time get drunk. His children never visited him that days. Not even call him or so. They forget h
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Never Alone Again
The room was dark, the house empty, Mick was alone in the Motley house.
Vince, Nikki and Tommy went out to celebrate the evening with a few chicks and let him with his hurting back alone at home.
The guitarist sighed, grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and his box with painkillers.
His doctor told him to take only one of this painkillers, but Mick ignore that and pulled nearly six from the small red pills out.
"Not in combination with Alcohol." Was standing very very tall on the box.
That means a combination could release him from his painful life full of loneliness.
Six pills weren't enough, he picked out four more, put they in his mouth and flushed it down with the whiskey. He drank it fast like water as suddenly the door smashed open and somebody grabbed his arm.
The bottle felt to the ground and break into thousands of pieces, but Mick didn't realized that, he felt very dizzy before he fell to the ground.
But two Arms hold him.
"Mick!? What the fuck is with you?!" It was Vince who wa
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Falling Star Part 1
Chapter 1
With an ice bag in his Hand Vince was standing on the balcony and cried silently. He looked over his shoulder into the bedroom where Blackie Lawless was sleeping.
"Why must he hit me permanently?" Vince mumbled and looked up to the sky.
It was a wonderful night with many beautiful stars.
Then, a falling star! Vince saw it and closed his eyes for a wish.
"I wish that I will be stronger then Blackie. That I can show him how much it hurts when he hit me…" Vince mumbled, but he was sure that this wish was stupid.
He would be never stronger than Blackie, but he didn't wanna leave him. Vince loved the black haired bassist, the only problem were these stupid tantrums Blackie had the last time.
Vince sighed, brought the ice bag back in the freezer and lay down on his side of the bed.
The Next day started and Vince was awake very early. He yawned loud and looked on the other side of the bed. Blackie was sleeping completely under the blanket.
He stood up, dressed up and walked dow
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Who am I in your eyes part 3
Chapter 3
"Ah finally!" I said, laid my bag on the couch and breathed deep the a bit moldy air of our Home.
Have I told that we live together? Well, I was living since nearly 9 Month with Mick in his house at the beach. A wonderful place.
"Before you do something else, help me to open all windows!" Mick said and I helped him.
Open all windows and make the rolling shutter up. As the sun shined in our faces Mick made a sound that was a bit like a hiss.
"A vampire in sunlight." I laughed, opened the window and walked upstairs to open the windows there.
"Can I go in your bedroom to open it?" I asked loud and get a Yes as Answer.
I throw my bag on my bed and walked to his bedroom. Only because we are together it wasn't clear that I can in his bedroom. That was his privacy area.
I opened the room. First I saw nothing, it was dark. Carefully I walked in and fell over a pair of boots.
I fell to the ground and hit my head on something hard (maybe a pack of books) so that I saw little white star
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Who am I in your eyes Part 2
Chapter 2
The next day start and we drove the whole way back to Los Angeles by Bus! The pure Horror for me, I HATE sitting in a bus so long.
Good that the tourbus was more like a small flat.
Nikki lay on the couch, the head hang over the armrest, the mouth wide open and snoring loud.
"He couldn't sleep last night." Tommy said as I pointed at the sleeping bassist with a confused look.
"What have you done with him?" I wanted to know. The relationship between Nikki and Tommy was only for fans a secret.
"Nothing." Tommy answered me and sat down on the small table and I get infront of him.
"Where are Mick and Vince?"
"Vince is in that thing we called Bathroom and Mick is in the back part sleeping on this hard bed." Tommy told me and I nodded.
The drummer looked closer to me.
"What's wrong boy?" he asked.
"Something wrong between Mick and you?"
"Neah, not really…its more…I have the feeling sometimes that when he don't block me he want…more, you understand what I mean?"
"Sure."
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Who am I in your eyes? Part 1
Chapter 1
It was a strange, nearly pathetic way I walked along the street. On my left the street with his fast cars and busses and on the right the man I loved.
He walked slowly and quiet, the look down to his feet. I sighed quietly so he couldn't hear me.
I look down to his hand, but as I tried to touch it he pulled away and put his hand in his pocket.
"Its cold…" he mumbled with a soft red Flush on his cheeks.
Cold he said, it was over 40° today.
"What is really your problem?" I asked him, but he didn't answered and that gave my heart a pointing pain.
He knew what I feel for him.
Its nearly 2 years ago Fay Mcbitchy(how I called her) left Mick for a younger guy.
Really hard or?
And then a few month later we met in a bar. First it was a friendship and everything was okay but then I confess that I love him and well…he was a bit shocked, not only because of the confess, it was more because I'm a man too.
"Mick I asked you something!" I said a bit louder but he didn't even
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Forever
"Mick?" Vince looked in the Living room, but didn't get an answer.
Mick was sleeping on the couch, the long black hair over an arm rest and a few Streaks in his face.
Vince walked on tiptoes in and get on his knees next to the couch.
Slowly he stroke Mick's hair out of his face, felt that it was wet and Mick's Make up was smeared, like he had cried. And Vince saw that Mick has cried.  
He knew what must have happened again. A woman broke Mick's heart.
The guitarist never had luck with women over a long time.
Vince didn't understand it. Mick was such a wonderful person, a nice and clever guy. Why nobody does love him as much as he deserved? Or more, NO Woman loved him so much.
"You don't need such bitches." Vince mumbled in the guitarist's ear.
"You have me, you cutie."
The blond singer aspirated a soft kiss on Mick's cheek before he stood up and walked in his bedroom.
It was late and he was tired.
What Vince didn't know was that Mick was awake the whole time.
The guitarist sa
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Hello!!! Sup love your stories so far!! All of them r so cute and I just love reading fanfics especially Mötley Crüe ones. Today was good, got a chapter out.

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Hello. My name is McCartney (but you can call me C.C. ) and I am a author in training and hope to publish books someday. I'm 13 and am a huge metal fan ;) cause its awesome. Anyways I've been writing for years and have been practicing alot lately and I am always willing to improve my stories. My favorite bands are KISS, W.A.S.P.
, Mötley Crüe, Vinnie Vincent Invasion, any hair metal band will do. Also I love 50's, 60's, 70's, and 80's style music. I love and respect all my followers and can't wait to see if this improves my skills and I can become a pro at writing books :) I love to read and write fantasy, vampire, fan fiction and space stuff too :) Ace Frehley is
My idol and practically a million other guitarists...lol so I hope u enjoy my stories. And help me improve along my journey as a writer !!
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Aqua111 Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2015
Sorry for being extremely late with that but I wanted to thank you for your comments and the faves on my Kiss fanfics - the comments and faves you made nearly a year ago. I don't know if DevArt even ever gave me the notice that I received comments on them - I just saw your comments while reading over my stories again after a long time.
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Thanks for the fave
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thank you so much for the faves! :) much appreciated :)
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Thank you for the fave :D :hug:
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Your welcome ;)
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Thanks for all the comments and favs, friend! I really appreciate it! :D
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Haha u welcome❤
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