PROMPTS USED: MAIN: 97. When the world slips into endless darkness, something begins to move in the shadows and you must find a way to survive in a night that never ends SIDE: 93. Buried beneath the ruins lies an artifact that whispers the memories of an ancient being. The first memory it reveals is a warning and it's meant for you. 104. While wandering through the woods, you dismiss the rustling behind you as nothing more than the wind until you turn around and realize it isn't the wind at all.

❝𝑩𝒖𝒕, 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅'𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐... 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆, 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍?❞ Professor Hans Dominique is London International University's newest professor-disciplined, calm, and impossible to read. Obsessed with meeting the mysterious founder, he studies her patterns and influence, blinding him from someone else's motives.. When a withdrawn student leaves behind a notebook filled with unsolved, real cases, Hans finds stories that are far more than fiction. The final story points to the founder as a mastermind, and the supposed victim... is him. With the last pages blank, Hans must confront a possibility he cannot control. After all... he's not himself when he's hungry. - For the Open Novella Contest 2026 Used prompts: 78 & 109 UNEDITED | FIRST DRAFT First part posted on Wattpad: 02 | 24 | 26 First chapter posted on Wattpad: 02 | 28 | 26 Last chapter posted on Wattpad: 04 | - | 26 Wordcount per chapter: ~2500 Overall word count: ~ starisredy © All rights reserved Only on W a t t p a d .

Nicole Brenner has been missing for three years. Sort of. Trapped between worlds and bound to a cabin deep in Pennsylvania's western mountains, Nic has spent every day since keeping an ancient evil locked behind the door at the end of the hall, and trying not to lose her mind. She's got a grimoire she's memorized cover to cover, a weepy cryptid named Pierogi, and exactly two weeks of corporeality per year to shore up defenses against the monsters called to kill her. Then Cal Muir walks through her front door - ex-Navy SEAL, ex-almost-something, and the last person she ever expected to see again. He's here to find out what happened to her; he doesn't know she's standing right behind him; and he's wasted no time dismantling her meager defenses (and she cannot stress enough how much of a problem that is). Now Nic has six days to figure out how to save a man who can't see her, from monsters he doesn't believe in, before Halloween night blows the door open for good - all while reckoning with the fact that the magic she once told him wasn't real might be the only thing that saves them. A second-chance paranormal romance steeped in Penn Dutch folklore, veteran mental health representation, and the kind of magic that challenges both fate and faith.

|| ONC 2026 Round 1 Winner || Martin Marvingale lives by two rules: work hard and put others first. So when a baby dragon rips a hole in reality above his freshly planted petunias and the desperate fairytale land inside begs him to step in as their king, he says yes. Turns out, their old king got cursed with zombie-ism, and now a horde of undead nobility are ravaging the countryside. The castle is suffering from a bad bout of slime, the peasants are one more cancelled festival away from revolting, and none of the local lords (who aren't brain-eating monsters) seem to be interested in lifting a finger to help. His only hope at putting things back to rights is to make nice with a princess who hates his face -- and the fact that he might have accidentally just stolen her job. Undeterred, Martin plans to win her over by being the best king anyone could ask for. Which would be a little easier if he knew what a fairytale king was supposed to do exactly. Or how he was supposed to look. Or... anything about his kingdom, really. In retrospect, maybe he should have asked a few more questions before taking the job.

My ONC 2026 entry. Bella Ravencroft has spent her life capturing faces. But never one like his. Simon Fontaine arrives carrying a fortune, a contract, and a single, impossible request: paint him without mirrors, without photographs-only from life, only at night. He claims he hasn't seen his own face in a hundred years. Bella doesn't believe him. Not at first. But as the nights go on, and the portrait refuses to come together, she starts to realize that something about Simon cannot be explained. His stillness. His eyes. The way the light seems to vanish around him. And the way he looks at her-as if she is the only person who has truly seen him. In the quiet solitude of his villa, where roses bloom and shadows linger, Bella is pulled closer to a man who should not exist. And the more clearly she paints him... the more she risks losing herself. Language and mature themes. (Descriptive Sex - Non-Explicit) All characters and events in this story are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Any similarities in plot to other works, movies, books, or elsewhere are completely unintentional and coincidental. I work hard to ensure my stories are original, from character creation to the storyline. I never publish unless I am 100% satisfied. No part of this story may be reproduced in any form or by any means without permission. Please respect my creative rights.

** 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 - 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬.** In the dirty mining town of Dragon's Creek, no one believes in heroes. People trust in alcohol, guns, and the fact that death is faster than any prayer. The mountain is rich, the whiskey cheap, and life worth less than a bullet. Madame Scarlet's world consisted of booze, her saloon girls, and the art of making drunk men and penny-pinching dwarves understand where their filthy hands had no right to be. Then the damn mountain collapses. The mine swallows most of the men, spits out gold, and buries any form of order. What remains is grief, greed, and a mining town that is suddenly open to gold diggers, fanatics, and all kinds of scum. Along with the new scum arrives a priest in town - and Preacher Solomon Knight comes not only with his dogs, but also with his own ideas of mercy and order. As he speaks of salvation, he uses dark magic and drowns people in holy water. As if that weren't enough, the nights suddenly no longer belonged to the living. All that can be found are the leftovers: corpses torn apart, disembowelled, and picked clean to the bone. The mountain was sacred. Now it is hungry. Welcome to Dragon's Creek. Those who pray will die on their knees. Those who survive better load their guns.

** 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 - 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 - 𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑾𝒚𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈-𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓. ** After her husband not only cheated on her but also took her best friend for this little ride, Alice digs up her past, packs her bags and heads straight for the one place he's sure not to follow her: her hometown Grandfalls in Wyoming. What awaits her there is her parents' run-down ranch, dusty roads, stubborn horses - and cowboys who throw her good intentions out the window with a smile. Shortly after her arrival, Alice stumbles upon the charming cowboy Blake at a town festival and straight into a hot one-night stand that turns out to be a load of horseshit the next morning -because Blake turns out to be working at her parents' ranch. As if that weren't enough, Blake turns out to be a charming mess with a talent for chaos, while his gruffy brother Cole criticises her every idea as if it were his personal mission in life. And then there's Byron Carter: dashing, influential, and clearly too interested in the ranch... and in Alice. Between bankrupt finances, broken high heels, old enemies, and way too hot cowboys, Alice quickly learns that a heart is harder to tame than a wild ranch horse. In the end, she is faced with the all-important question: does she trust her feelings, or does she save the ranch before everything goes down the drain?

Kailani and Annaliese Jade (AJ) have known each other for nearly twenty years. At age eight, they became best friends. At sixteen, AJ left Kailani heartbroken when her family moves away. Before AJ left, Kailani wrote her a confession that she burned in their childhood hideout with the hope that AJ would never find out. Now twelve years later, AJ is back in their hometown for the summer and, from where Kailani is standing, hasn't changed a bit. While their time together may be short, Kailani can't forget what she's been hiding for all this time. Even the ocean waves seem to remind her of her secrets. Friendship is safety, but now that she has the chance to rekindle what they could've had twelve years ago, Kailani is panicking. When she learns that AJ has the letter that burned all those years ago, things change-and Kailani can only hope it'll be for the better. --- Logline: Two long-time best friends rekindle their friendship in their beachfront hometown after twelve years apart, but the safety of friendship might just be hanging in the balance when old feelings rise to the surface and the burn of secret confessions ignites the spark of romance in the air. --- Prompts: #7: One morning, the ocean washes up a message. One you've been waiting your entire life to hear. #24: Staying as friends feels safe, but that doesn't mean it's the path you're meant to take. #85: You thought you'd burned that letter years ago, the one with the confession no one was ever meant to read. But somehow, it's back and in their hands. --- Copyright © 2026 KC_Han_writes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. All plot concepts are my own. Characters are of my own imagination. I do not own any real-life locations or inspired locations. This book should not be copied or reproduced in any way. Exclusive to W a t t p a d.

Sweat-drenched, rain-soaked and without another care in the world is how I like to strut through the streets, only paying attention to the tallest of buildings in M city, imagining something more interesting than the thousands of blinding lights illuminating store fronts. Mostly sex shops. It's kind of strange how this man wanted to do something beforehand; to treat this as anything more than a fleeting moment, but, nonetheless, it's where I'm heading. To meet that monster.

There is a boy who can tame us. He hurts as we hurt, laughs as we laugh, fades as we fade. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, we tell him. 𝘞𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. But he does not stay, cannot stay. They take him from us, take him far away, and we mourn. WE ARE IN AGONY. THEY COME AND THEY COME AND THEY HURT AND WE HURT AND WE RAGE AGAINST OUR BINDS. STEP ASIDE, BOY; YOU ARE NOT THE ONES WE WILL DESTROY. Yet you tell us to quiet, and you stroke our hair, and you say that everything will be okay, that it's over, that you know our pain and you see it, feel it, but we don't have to hurt like this anymore. WE ARE ANGRY AND WE ARE IN PAIN but you are there and we don't destroy. You are not exempt. They will do the same to you as they have done to us. I say to you, 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦, 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬! but you do not. We need to go, we need to be there, or they'll pass us by and we'll never go home. Many parts of us have no home, but you do, and you 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝗪𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗕𝗼𝘆. 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲. 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀? 𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘴 is a story of traumatized boy treading the line of losing himself, told from the memories around him. --ཐི༏ཋྀ-- ONLY ON WATTPAD. DO NOT USE TO TRAIN AI. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.