I was winter and he was summer. I know what you're thinking. Why on earth did I have to fall in love with him, Christopher Sun? It was thanks to a stupid curse that bound our lives together. The gods are probably laughing; and the academy and the whole universe. It's like Romeo and Juliet, Romeo does not suit Juliet nor does she suit him. It's like air and ground. So why on earth did I, Evelyn Frost fall in love with Christopher Sun. Well, for one, I blame the witches. *** An ONC 2026 story inspired by prompt 40: You and your greatest enemy are struck by a curse that binds your lives together. The only way to survive is to share a kiss, but you would both rather face death than each other. Current word count: 4,148

Samantha had everything. She was a straight-A student, graduated with distinction, and had finally landed her dream job. Everything was going perfectly, until she met him. Casey. Casey was smart, clever, and brilliant. He seemed one of a kind: the charming host of an Airbnb shared by eight other guests. When Samantha arrived in a new country with nowhere to stay, he rented her a room. He was her saving light. Until she discovered his secret. A secret that could get her into serious trouble, or worse, get her killed.

"Because Laura," he began, placing his hand on her chin as he softly brushed away the hair from her eyes. Mesmerised by her red eyes that seemed to bring forth his inner desire. He wanted her eyes on him as she gazed at him with those lovely red eyes. "I am somehow infatuated with you. You seem to bring out these emotions in me that I haven't experienced in centuries." "Emotions." She squealed, staring at his eyes and all she could see was honesty. He was being honest with her. "What kind of emotions?" "You make me think about you, my mind can't even think about anything else without you appearing." He chipped in, leaning close as his breath fanned across her cheek, nose touching nose. "I'm crazy about you." He admitted, amber eyes meeting red eyes. "Desire you," he whispered, lips finally touching her soft ones as he felt like he was drinking nectar. He felt as if he was suddenly embraced into the bosom of fate themselves. "I want you." He murmured, lips grazing across her cheek as it descended to her neck in a scene of urgency. "Need you." His eyes locked on hers as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling him closer. Unbeknownst to them, his eyes flashed grey, indicating that the beast within him was amongst them. --- Erik, once a mighty ruler, had grown weary and disillusioned as he inherited his forefathers' lands. As the king of werewolves, he had everything-family, pride, power-but darkness brewed beyond his realm, threatening all he had built. Now, Erik faces a race against time to find his pregnant mate. With danger lurking at every turn, he fears the unthinkable: the loss of his mate or son could bring an end to the dynasty that had stood since Lycaon.