Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

"𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖." Peaches is a Featherington, and like her brash and horribly dressed sisters, she is to be thrown to the lions of the ton for this season's marriage market. She does not wish to find love or romance or to marry. So she is shocked when she finds she cannot resist no other than the second born Bridgerton. Benedict x OC Completed! 50,000 words Best ratings: #1 in Bridgerton, #1 in BenedictBridgerton Hope you enjoy 💗 Characters and overarching story do not belong to me! OC characters and storylines only. Some bits of the series have been changed to better fit with my story so not 100% accurate to the TV show or the books! The ages are a little inconsistent too and I apologise for that... In line with Quinn's books, Peaches would be about 15 - I imagine her around 22. I don't condone relationships with minors! I didn't really think anyone would read my book, so I didn't focus too much on ages being accurate to the original books! It's my first fic and I've made some mistakes but please stick with me! <3

When Clary discovers that she is pregnant and is forced to leave the love of her life, she tries to prepare herself for the challenges ahead. Her mother, furious because of the pregnancy, takes her away from the Shadowhunter world and New York. But after four years of being away, an unexpected trip back could give Clary chance to get her life, and love back. BTW this story is based off of the book series NOT the TV show, while you can read this without having read the books, there are some differences so just keep that in mind. (All of these amazing characters belong to Cassandra Clare)

Infidelity, ˌinfəˈdelədē, is the action or state of being unfaithful to a moral obligation. Olivia Ludavico Spraying my right hand out to the door, I pushed it open, but I didn't miss a drop of blood that was plastered on the knob. Training my gun up into the room, I surveyed around and my eyes landed to see the man, that was suppose to be my kill with my bullet, with his head titled back and his hands tied to his chair- he looked to be sleeping but the two bullets to his head and chest told me it was an instant kill. Someone had beat me to it. "Damn it." I hissed out, clearly annoyed. I placed my hand on my earpiece turning my body sideways to the door. It hadn't been thirty minutes but my brother needed to know we wasted valuable time with me coming down here. It was apparent he wasn't doing bad business with just my father. My brother didn't respond and I rolled my eyes before my breath quickened after hearing clinking of a glass, and I turned on my heel ready to fight for life or death. I hesitated for the first time in my life. Piercing grey eyes in the dim light to Abram Smirnov's office stared back at me, and not to the gun that could end his life at any moment. He looked to be the man that invited death with open arms, but it was on his time and not when the universe called for him and the way his eyes flickered told me it was for damn sure not going to be from me; not for tonight. His fingers grazed the side of his glass before I watched him tick his forefinger against it. He radiated off power and my finger closed around the trigger but I didn't pull it. If he was going to hurt me; he would've by now. What did he want? Nicholai Corsetti