In which a girl genius meets a boy genius. "𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻, 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒" -𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒, "𝒲𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈" ~Book 1~ ~Seasons 1-5~ 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. Enjoy and leave comments! *SLOW BURN* *TW: sexual assault, abuse, murder, gore, violence, mental health, mention of suicide, and addiction* !SPOILERS FOR SEASONS 1-5!

─ ✩ ❝ 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙙. ❞ ─ ✩ 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 bouncing around field offices in Seattle and New York, she finally made it to Virginia. Specifically, to the BAU. Three years before that, had been the last time she'd seen Spencer. Her best friend. Truth be told, she didn't know what she was more excited for. Seeing him again, or working with one of the most elite and revered teams in the FBI. Maybe both? ─ ✩ 𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙆 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙂𝘼𝙉 𝙭 𝙤𝙘 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥-𝘴©2020

Some rumours are left alone, ignored and left hungry for more. Some rumours are proven wrong, forgotten as time passed. However, some rumours can lead to something more, Something incredible.

NEW VERSION A guy sends a girl text messages every day in the hopes of making her feel the same.

#18 in TeenFic [prev titled "The Way We Almost Were" ••• ❝Don't,❞ he pleaded softly, offering her a tiny smile, ❝please don't make me a promise you will never be able to keep.❞ He released a quiet but deep breath, leaning forward even more, tilting his body towards her, until their noses were merely inches apart. ❝You are so, so beautiful, Bree,❞ he told her in a hushed voice, as if afraid someone was going to hear. He lifted his hand, trailed a single knuckle down the side of her temple, her cheek, her jaw, ❝you have so much good inside you, it makes me want to grab onto you with all that I have, because I need good, Bree, I need to know good. To see good. To believe in good,❞ he breathed shakily, ❝but all the goodness in you cannot defeat the monsters that walk in broad daylight. Monsters like Chase, like Alec, like...❞ He squeezed his eyes shut tight, closing the distance and resting his forehead against hers, the tips of their noses pressed against one another. ❝They'll get away. Monsters always do.❞ Bree swallowed past the lump in her throat, fought against the need to tilt her face and brush her lips against his, and instead, turned her head to kiss the corner of his mouth, where his upper and bottom lip met. ❝They don't always get away,❞ she whispered into his skin, sealing the vow with another soft kiss, ❝but until you learn to believe that, I'll fight them for you.❞ ••• In which Nick Fraser, the boy who'd grown up seeing monsters, believes he will spend the rest of his life running away from them... but then meets Bree Salvare, the girl with laughing brown eyes who makes him want to pause, take a deep breath, and stay instead. ••• ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©LITERALIGHT

>WARNING< THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE AND FICTIONAL CREATURES AND MYTHS. THIS IS FOR MATURE READERS ONLY. 18+

A brainiac biker chick who witnesses a murder seeks refuge with a childhood neighbor turned FBI agent and risks her life to help him put the criminals behind bars. ***** Felicity Taylor has a beautiful mind and a future with promise, until something happens to blow it all to hell. How does she respond? She gets inked, buys a Harley, and teams up with a bunch of crooks. Ryan Clark is a federal agent with a taste for single barrel whiskey and one-night stands. He's used to playing rough and taking risks. But when Felicity seeks asylum in Ryan's home, he finds himself practicing restraint. Somehow he knows her badass exterior hides something softer. But is it worth the risk to harbor a fugitive who may end up stealing his heart? If you like your love stories rough and witty with a slice of pie on the side, seek your pleasures here. COPYRIGHT NOTICE: This work is owned by the author. Please do not attempt to plagiarize or you might end up on the wrong side of the law. IN OTHER WORDS: If you find this story on any online platform other than WATTPAD, I did not allow this. You may also be exposing yourself to malware. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe form, do it here on WATTPAD.

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Being the man that had it all. With fame, friends, and any girl he came across. Rowdy thought he was content, until a women moved into an apartment, down the street from his frat house. Thinking he could have her too, he was in for a big disappointment. Sandy was an independent women, studying to become a nurse. She didn't mess around with relationships and would ignore any advances many men would give her. Rowdy was just another one of those men. Or was he?

He was powerful. He was terrifying. Said to be cruel and unjust. Terrifyingly possessive. He had the world, but to him she was his world. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his miraculum.