*This is not a Y/N story, I've seen plenty of confusion but the main character is my own OC that I've created for this story* Maxine Carter was known for a few things. She had been a child prodigy and also that she was the sole survivor of the "Counted" cult after it burned to the ground. Now 15 years later she was coming for her destiny. She had been raised as Aaron Hotchner's daughter after being placed in protective custody with him. She had grown up around the BAU and it came as no shock when she decided to join the FBI. Now, as a brand new agent fresh out of the academy will Max have what it takes? Or will something or someone distract her? *** (Takes places around seasons 7-12, some details I'm changing for my story's sake are that Emily stays, Maeve happened 4 years prior instead of in the future, and Beth stays in the picture much more.) ***

"They may have wings, but they're no angels." With tattooed wings, and a previous one-way ticket out of hell, half-angel Azaziel 'Zane' Amante is too bad for heaven, and too good for hell. But when he crosses the path of University student Nadia Ramerezatha, Azaziel realises that she might finally be his becoming, and vows to make her life a living nightmare. After all, hell has been calling, and nobody can resist the devil once he's come knocking. A Wattpad Featured Story: From Our Stars [ WARNING: mature content, violence and strong language ] [ #69 in paranormal ]

she signed up as a watcher. he signed up as a player. but somehow their worlds still collided. -inspired by the movie nerve

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

When the quiet girl in Clayton Hugh's chemistry class comes knocking on his door at five in the morning barely covered up in her little pajamas, inattentive, and drooling like crazy, he has no choice but to take her inside. But once Lucy Walker wakes up inside a room she has never seen before wearing an over-sized t-shirt and gym shorts, you can imagine the pure panic setting in her. The subtle addition of Clayton entering the room shirtless doesn't help much either. After three years of fawning over him, leave it up to her sleepwalking to finally get Clayton Hugh to notice her.