Assembled by The Goddess Hathor, with help from some good friends, fellow authors and avid readers. The following is a listing of Bon Jovi-related fan fiction stories. I have not read them, and do not check their status once posted. How you want your name listed as author. For most of us reade.

Wednesday, 4 November 2009. She had to be okay, there was no other option. Sophia asked as he finally finished speaking.

Monday, January 26, 2009. As this is it, no third time around. You hear? His lips twitched in a smile as the driver opened the door behind him.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013. 31,1988 Dublin, Ireland. He spun his heavy Guinness glass in the ring of wet on the bar. He was getting tired of the meager playground in the US. The groupies were starting to think they were entitled to something more than .

Saturday, November 5, 2011. Richie walked down the steps leading to the beneath the stage to backstage and frowned. He had thought that maybe during the show the music the girls shared a love of would bring them together again. How in hell was he gonna get her to go to the party? Richie smirked. deny it all you want. I may not have known you that long but I do know how you feel.

Monday, January 12, 2009. Mic had it no easier she did, so ok there was no blood loss invo.

This is a site for fan fiction. Anything read here is for entertainment purposes only and not meant to cause any harm. Friday, 19 September 2008. This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction. The story is about characters Richie and Leah who meet after Leah is invited on tour with the band through work commitments. A Jon Bon Jovi Story.

Friday, October 31, 2008. Days turned into weeks which slowly bled into months and still she was here in this hot humid god forsaken South. She wandered the verandah, her eyes studying the horizon and wished for the millionth time that she were back in her own time. She was so close, god he was standing right there laughing with Jon.

From Queenie and Hath to LUCIA. Setting her suitcase down Lucia crossed the room and opened the window. A hard-earned, well deserved vacation at that. Lucia stood and started for her door when the man stepped out onto his balcony, guitar in hand. She looked over and for a minute was sure she was hallucinating. Was it? He had come here to escape from real life.