FREE STORY WITH EXCLUSIVE CONTENT. This is *not* a Paid Story. Eighteen-year-old hockey prodigy Elliot Wexler has three goals for senior year. One: somehow graduate with a 3.5 GPA. Two: hide his bipolar disorder from his peers. And three: make it into the NHL with no scandals. Piece of cake. What he doesn't expect is to find Lucy, a homeless girl, hiding from the winter frost in his dad's shed. Elliot's busy, complicated life doesn't permit room for error, and falling in love with a girl from a totally different world sounds like the opposite of a good idea. But Elliot can't help but be drawn to Lucy and her elusive ways--even when she seems to vanish from his life non-stop, each time leaving him with a bigger hole in his heart. But Elliot is determined to break down Lucy's barriers. And when he does, he discovers that her life is more complicated--and dangerous--than he could have imagined. With drafting season approaching, and Elliot's fragile mental health deteriorating, he's forced to face a difficult question: Is first love supposed to hurt so much? *** PLEASE DO NOT ADD THIS STORY TO GOODREADS.

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.

"About that, Storm..... I - uh... I need to tell you something...." I started fishing the test out of my pocket. He was still looking at my face and couldn't see what my hand was doing. "What's wrong?" He looked at me worried even more so. I held out my hand that was holding the pregnancy test. " I'm pregnant, and it's yours. Of course you probably could have guessed that because you're the only person I've ever slept with, too. If you don't want anything to do with them, that's fine, but I'm keeping it and I won't ask anything from you, I just wanted to tell you. So whe-" For the second time, I was cut off from talking. I talk when I'm in denial. I just can't shut up, I was in denial this time because I didn't want Jason to reject me. He was covering my mouth with his hand. "Gabry, you didn't even let me talk before you started rambling on." "Sorry," I muttered through his hand. "Are you really pregnant?" He was holding the test in his other hand, I couldn't tell what emotion was flooding into his eyes as I nodded. "Gabriel Evermore, I know that it may sound like I am just telling you this now, but I love you, hell I've loved you , and I want to be apart of your life and the baby's life." I felt like I could melt when he leaned in and kissed me.