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.

Chris had been through a rough break-up and was just getting back on his feet when a magnetic connection comes into his life, leaving him more dependent than ever.

When y/n ends up finding out that Spencer Reid isn't the innocent boy that she thought he was, the tables take a very quick turn. Finding out that even the most innocent baby she knew was apart of the BDSM community, it changed her whole perspective. But what she didn't see coming, was that paddle. Disclaimer: This is a BDSM story. I have done my research, and I appreciate everyone who reads this book. Specifically this one is my OC with a y/n name, but in the future there will be more diverse characters. Don't like this book? Check out my others!

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.