An Elleth named Eleniel was captured by a party of Orcs 500 years ago from her home and killed her family in front of her. she was tortured, abused and raped by the Orcs and years later she turned into an Orc herself and was forced to kill creatures but the one thing she couldn't and wouldn't kill was an Elf. She was marching off to war in helms deep to end the line of men but what happens when she sees that not only men are there to defend themselves but elves are also there and when she sees Prince Legolas she begs him to kill her, Legolas was shocked to see an Orc speak Elvish and once he did what she wished, Killed her. She started to turn back to her normal self, but will she ever be normal? Will she go back to her old life? Will people accept her? will she heal? and lastly What will Legolas do when he falls in love?

After being chased by a group of adoring fans, Keaton Stromberg rushes through the doors of a shop and into the life of Sophie and her evil sister, Taylor. Sophie quickly becomes a hero to Keaton; a hero who doesn’t believe Fairytales exist. It’s up to Keaton to show her that they do. [Hey everyone, this was a Fanfic written by a really awesome writer from the Wattpad community. We are so flattered that she let us feature it on our profile. She's @LDCrichton. Thanks again Leah!]

"When will you accept me?'' Lucian murmured against my skin. The wonderful feeling only grew as he stepped closer, the thick muscles between our layers of clothing pressing against my back. He dipped his head. I could feel his lips against my ear when he spoke. "When, Victoria? I am tired of fighting with you. I know you want me just as much as I want you. Admit it." I couldn't. "Admit it, Victoria!'' Lucian's voice went deep when he raised it. Goosebumps prickled my entire body as he whirled me around so that we were face-to-face. I exhaled softly, hating the dominant position he had over me. Lucian wretched my chin up. His eyes were burning with a lustful smolder. "No." Oh, I would definitely get myself killed tonight. I knew my defiance was angering him further but saying I wanted Lucian would mean I was accepting defeat. And I didn't do that. Love was a game and I was determined to win it.