Elizbeth Anne Humphrey wants a husband. Her expectations are not outlandish; all she asks is that he be reasonably handsome, reasonably wealthy and completely kind. Her brothers have offered their assistance, and it's given her hope that perhaps there is a man out there who might want her for a wife. But alas, the first man she meets after recommitting to the battle against spinsterhood is reasonably handsome, reasonably naked and completely soaked through and stranded on their front steps. He also has a head-wound and no memory of who he is, but Elizabeth Humphrey has larger mysteries to solve; namely, the mystery of who she might marry. Wattys 2022 Entry Completed: March 2022 (~83000 words)

She kept secrets to protect him. He kept questions to protect them all. When Beaverton's magic surfaces, only both can hold the balance. Emma: "I always thought the weirdest thing about Beaverton would be an eccentric neighbor or two. I wasn't prepared for the houseplants sighing, the mirror humming, or the lake remembering entire cities. I kept my hands busy with pots, recipes, and a new tech startup-until the night the equinox broke loose and the town began to breathe magic." Alex: never wanted to be wrong. His analytics could explain the sun and moon, but not why his coffee spun without help or the way a river suddenly hummed like a living wire. When Emma finally told him the truth (about her heritage and the town's hidden wards) his curiosity didn't retreat. It sharpened. Together they must gather artifacts, rally friends, and decode a ritual older than any of their lives. For Emma it's a reckoning with the family she never told him about. For Alex it's a radical redefinition of what his data can measure. And for Beaverton-there's everything to lose.

Beneath the stars, forgotten lives remember. Seraphine dreams of a man she's never met-and bleeds memories that aren't her own. In a world where destiny is tangled in the fabric of time, she crosses paths with Caelum, a stranger whose eyes hold the weight of lifetimes. But the threads of their souls are knotted by a darker force-Asriel, the prince of the underworld, who will sever fate itself to claim her heart. As past lives resurface and old gods stir, Seraphine must choose: a love written in the stars... or the shadow that's rewritten their ending before. A tale of reincarnated love, cursed destinies, and devotion that defies death.

It wasn't supposed to be a rescue. It wasn't even supposed to be real. A drunken dare. A reckless chase. A twisted game. Harry and his friends entered the house with one thought-to take what wasn't theirs. But the moment they crossed the threshold, the game turned against them. The doors locked. The walls shifted. Their desires became chains, their laughter swallowed by silence. At first, they thought it was a man-a monster lurking in the dark, toying with them. But the deeper they went, the more the truth clawed at their sanity. The house was alive. And it wanted them to suffer. Time unraveled. Lust turned to regret. Hunger turned to madness. Their mistakes tightened like a noose, and soon, Harry found himself losing more than just his way. He was losing them. And the house was still watching. Because no one leaves until it is done with them. The House That Whispers