"I'm scared," she whispers tearfully, clutching my shirtsleave in both of her tiny, trembling hands. She looks up at me with those big, terrified brown eyes and I nearly come undone. Desperately needing to see her bright, happy smile once more, I send her a warm, reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Princess. You'll be perfectly safe with me." With her lower lip trembling, she nods and worriedly glances behind her where we entered the alley. "But what if they find us?" My heart clenches at the thought of her going back to that hell hole and my fist clenches at the thought of them laying a finger on her. "They won't, I won't let them." I will die before they touch her. Silence falls like a blanket over us, the only sounds around us are the dripping of water in the pipes and our own breaths. Suddenly, men's voices break the silence and my heart starts beating ten times faster. My gaze slides to her panicked expression and I grit my teeth as a sudden wave of anger washes over me. This is all their fault. Pressing a calloused finger to her soft trembling lips, I quickly usher her into an abandoned shack and softly close the door behind me. ■■■ Grayson Steel had been in and out of foster homes for as long as he could remember, occasionally in the random orphanage. He suffered from Abandonment and depression, his only releif was boxing. Until one day. She had to be the tiniest sixteen - year-old he had ever seen, and by far the most adorable. Immediately, he was drawn to her, taking the skittish little thing under his wing. Soon, his attachment strengthened into something different, his protectiveness expanding into uncharted territories. They became inseparable, depending on no one but themselves. But his eighteenth birthday was drawing nearer. What used to be the day he looked forward to became dreaded in his mind. He would have to leave her. However, after a horrific occurance, leaving her there without him was not an option. She was coming with him

𝐴 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬 ~ ~ ~ Nerida Spade lived a blissfully naive life. Locked in a tiny NY apartment for her entire life, all she knew about the outside world came from television. Nothing could've prepared her for the fire that ruined everything she'd ever come to know. Her redemption comes in the form of the firefighter who saved her life. Jackson Colt didn't care about anything on this abominable planet. He had no friends, no wife, no kids and not a damn to give. His daily routine included sleep, go down to the station, save a life and back to square one the next day. He was perfectly content with his mundane lifestyle until the day he rescued a wide-eyed angel. Nothing else would ever be the same. ~ ~ ~ 『 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 | 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝟒 』

Feyre, Rhysand, and the Night Court are all helping raise their newest member, Leo, Feyre and Rhysands son. While in the Spring Court Tamlin is also raising his daughter, Azalea. Leo and Azalea have to deal with the pressure of carrying on their parents legacy, but what happens when their paths cross? This is based off of Sarah J Maas' series A Court of Thorns and Roses, most but not all characters were created by her.

Charlotte was always content not being a stereotypical popular girl, and thank god she had friends who would kick her ass if she ever became one. But now that her brother is on the varsity baseball team she starts to get attention from their Captain, Nathan Ward which becomes a bit of a problem since she's dating the rival schools Captain, Chase Grahams. Secret relationships, nasty mean girls and just enough family moments that make us want to be a member of the Hayes Family. Just remember one thing when dealing with jealous people... Its that Jealousy Makes You Nasty

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

"You will now report to Aaron Hotchner" Never did Devyn Carter think those words would change her life. Started: December 16, 2020 Completed: March 4, 2021 Highest rankings: #1: hotch: December 29 #1: hotchner: August 2 #1: aaron: February 10 #1: jenniferjareau: February 27 #1: spencerreid: March 16 #1: drspencerreid: April 19 #1: hotchxoc: July 31 #2: cm: January 5 #2: davidrossi: January 5 #2: fbi: March 16 #2: aaronhotchner: March 16 #4: ellegreenaway: January 26 #5: criminalminds: December 23 X I do not own any of the Criminal Minds characters, only my own X

Crystal Archer was an average woman in her opinion. She was bold, smart, and incredibly charming but she wasn't girly. Oh no, for from that. She grew up being the only girl in her family and her brothers treated her no different then one of the guys. She was witty with her comments and just as wise with her advice. Crystal was no push over, but she was kind with a sense of humor. Join her on her adventure with the BAU and catching criminals and maybe finding that being "girly" was an okay thing. - - "You seem stressed" "Gee, almost sounded like a profiler there big boss" "You do understand that I can fire you, correct?" - *I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR THE ONE I MADE UP* *IMAGES FOUND ON GOOGLE, CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL OWNER* HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in ROMANCEFANFICTION #1 in CRIMINALMINDS #1 in BAU #2 in BAU #2 in AARONHOTCHNERXOC #3 in ROMANCEFANFICTION #3 in AARONHOTCHNER #4 in AARONHOTCHNER #4 in BAU #4 in MYSTERY-THRILLER #4 in ROMANCEFANFICTION #5 in AARONHOTCHNER #5 in BAU #6 in AARONHOTCHNER #6 in DAVIDROSSI #6 in MYSTERY-THRILLER #7 in BAU #7 in MYSTERY-THRILLER #8 in BAU #8 in DAVIDROSSI #8 in MYSTERY-THRILLER #8 in ROMANCEFANFICTION

Anastasia Brooke has been a member of the BAU for four years. She loves every single one on the team like family. And they love her equally as much too. However, a certain individual starts to realise that he wants to love Anastasia a little differently. ----------------- Aaron Hotchner x OC Season 4 onwards. I don't own the rights to Criminal Minds. All rights belong to the writers. Mature themes.

"Look, Mr. Hotchner, Agent Hotchner, Hotch, my brother is dead, we've dealt with it already, I have a life, people I need to take care of, the last thing I need to do is throw my family into any unknown water anytime soon bringing this back up," I say, increasing my speed. A hand grips my arm, the same way my mom did Friday morning, causing me to wince and stop my jogging. Hotchner lets go but stares at me, then my arm, noticing the fingerprints left by my mother. Shouldn't have worn a sports bra. "What happened to your arm?" he asks, pointing to the bruise. I look at it then at him, "I work at a club Agent Hotchner, people aren't very nice when a pretty lady says no," The lie falls out so easily it almost makes me laugh. "Right well, that's another thing I want to talk you about, Maddison Crawford?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. I let out a small chuckle, "Took you that long to find out, I mean, my southern accent ain't that good," Hotchner rolls his eyes, waving for me to follow him. "Hotch, I have to get home, I came out for a run, not to talk about my dead brother," He pauses, turning to me, "Tatum, we need to talk, it's serious," I shake my head, "Look Agent Hotchner, I don't care, and that's not just teenage arrogance its facts okay, so your a profiler take a hint, I didn't not open my door because I wasn't able to," #1 FBI

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.