Grand-Prize Winner of the Wuthering Heights Reimagined Contest 🏆 A Southern gothic reimagining of Wuthering Heights. Content note: One weirdly erotic scene (not explicit) + some light cussin'. Cathy Earnshaw is engaged to a decent and thoroughly respectable man. The party at his family's South Carolina estate is everything she's dreamed of - champagne glasses glinting under string lights, Spanish moss drifting in the sultry breeze - until Heathcliff shows up. Four years he's been gone. They used to run wild in the woods behind her family home, drawing blood and making promises no one else would understand. Now he's returned, hardened and hollow. When he ruptures the smooth surface of her genteel world, Edgar and his friends don't know how to handle him. But Cathy does.

THE MERGER (Billionaire Workplace Romance) Heath started in the mailroom of Earnshaw Media; Catherine is the heiress. They fell in love, but she chose safe, board-approved Edgar over Heath's risky startup dreams. Four years later, Heath has built a $15 billion empire and just acquired her family's company. On her wedding day, he sends her a partnership agreement-fifty-fifty ownership, her name first. Catherine leaves Edgar at the altar and chooses the man who spent four years becoming her equal so he could offer true partnership.

In the silence of the Haworth parsonage, Emily cannot write. Her inkwell is dry. Her gentleman will not come alive. So she dreams. And on the moors, a figure emerges. Heathcliff. But creation has costs. When Emily imagines a woman fierce enough to match him, she loses them both to each other. Night after night, she tries to unmake what she made. Night after night, Catherine will not dissolve. What remains when your characters outgrow you? This is my entry for The Wattpad "WutheringHeights" Movie Reimagined Contest. It is under 3000 words, rated for readers of all ages.

He's been asleep for a decade. He hasn't aged a day. He is the city's most beautiful secret. Inside the glass "coffin" of the Somnigraph, Heath is a storm trapped in amber. As a bio-galvanic battery, he is the only thing keeping London's new electric grid from flickering out. To the world, he is a miracle of science; to Kit Moore, he is the ghost of a past she tried to bury. When the Institute demands a "correction" that will leave Heath a hollow shell, Kit realizes her science has become a poisoned apple. The glass is thick, the voltage is rising, and it's time for the "prince" of the moors to finally wake up-and burn the palace down. A dark Steampunk retelling where the haunting obsession of Brontë meets the unhallowed science of Shelley. The moors have been traded for the hum of the electric wire, and the ghost has become the machine.

In the moors beyond the cottage, hikers sometimes see women in white. Four of them now. Walking in circles. Looking for something they'll never find. Looking for faces they've already taken.