A prophecy will come to fulfillment. A cursed race of elves exists in the desolate places of middle earth. Loriel has always had an interest in Mirkwood. The cold king that lives in isolation there in particular. She has fought in the war of the ring. She now volleys for the alliances and acceptance of other races. When she is asked to visit Mirkwood and give the king time to decide if her race is worthy of allegiance. She shares a long history with the king of Mirkwood. Can Thranduil accept her cursed self? Can she learn to trust the man she has loved for so long?(M for later chapters and violence)

Alex Griffin is a young pothead going into his senior year of high school without a care in the world. Oh, except, a mystery girl that he met at a party that is border-line stalking him, the new stoner girl in school from Cali that he has quickly taken to..and...there was something else....RIGHT! The challenge of coming up with the $2,000 that he and his happy-go-lucky gang of friends owe a crooked cop in just two months. Join Alex, Rock, Toad, and Eric--and of course the most important member of their crew, Mary--as they turn to the only way they know how to make money; Selling weed. Will they make the money in time? Just who is this mystery girl? And, will Rock ever get laid? Read and find out.

Ariel Lynn Wilson isn't your popular type, she isn't a anybody but then she isn't a nerd. She is just an average high school teen. Her parents are wealthy and she is a good child. Arden Holt is the school's bad ass, he is popular but is only popular by his badness and lack of good work. So what happened? Ariel made a mistake and slept with him. When he finds out he isn't going to want to have anything to do with the baby, but could his mind change, could this baby change him for the better?

A Married Man’s Baby Courtney Witt’s is 23 years old Latina American who is living the life of an average young adult. She works at a local hair salon and loves what she does. She has good friends and a caring family. Living a semi good life, she really doesn’t ask for anything more, that was until she sets eyes on a man at her friends Bachelor party. Meeting him was icing on the cake. Here she was fulfilling her life time career dream and now setting eyes on a handsome man who makes her feel as if she’s on cloud nine. Things led to another and she sleeps with him. She didn’t mean to but it happened. The next morning, she wakes up alone, has a killer hang over and is left with a note that makes her heart drop.

Destiny Evans isn't the most popular or well-known girl at Woodville High. Just like every other girl in her school, she has a major crush on Cameron Owen's. The school's IT boy. Unlike Cameron, he knows nothing of her even though they both share the same History class. Destiny is going to overhear a group of girls talking about a party Cameron is going to be hosting. Like the love struck teen she is over him, she decides that, that's going to be her one and only chance to actually get him to notice her, even though she wasn't invited and when she does go. Let's just say that's when her life story begins...

I am only fifteen...how could this happen to me? I am nerdy-straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had a boyfriend, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*