Lucien Villeneuve, youngest son of manufacturing mogul Marc Villeneuve and wife Claudia. Whether in success or failure, his father's name precedes his own as a CEO in his own right. Fiona Mensah, only daughter of energy executive power couple Violet and Kwame Mensah. A mere introduction to the firebrand co-founder of a billion-dollar enterprise. In their circle, friends are connections, money flows like water, and gatherings are merely arenas to show off in their designer best and gossip. Two people, already judged by the world as a pair of rich kids on Easy Street. Are they wrong? No. Yet Lucien and Fiona are so much more than that, be it on their own or together. But when a careless mistake threatens everything they've built, when one of them begins to spiral, when a secret long buried begins to bubble up again...can they rise above it, or will a single heated decision force them apart for good? "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏." -ˋˏ ────── 𓆩♡𓆪 ────── ˎˊ- 2026 Open Novella Contest Prompt 48: Your charming but chaotic billionaire CEO boss just tanked the company stock. Now you must decide whether to save the company, save them, or save yourself. -ˋˏ ────── 𓆩♡𓆪 ────── ˎˊ- Cover credit goes to the wonderful @NotEvenEstella NOTE: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @Mochi711 on Wattpad. Thank you.

{ONC Prompt Chosen 117: You're a portrait artist for high-profile clients, but one night a pale, uneasy stranger arrives, asking for a painting. They haven't seen their own face in a century.} "I am Athan Salvatore, a count of a small kingdom far north, I came here in search of you... yours skills that is." He seemed almost breathless as he spoke. 'Would you grant me this opportunity of being seen through your eyes?" I simply stared at this man... this creature who looked like a mythological being and simply nodded. (I still can't write descriptions properly.)

ALIEN AMONG US is a contemporary sci-fi novella that will give you the giggles, tug at your heartstrings, and leave you wondering if there really is life beyond the stars. ************************************************************************ Entered into the Open Novella Contest 2026 | @OpenNovellaContest - Rules & Guidelines: here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/406004197-open-novella-contest-2026 **Main Prompt** 25. You live with four other housemates, but one of them is secretly an alien trying to learn how to act human. ©2026 E. S. Elias, All Rights Reserved. Book Created & Published to Wattpad: 02.01.2026 Book Marked as Completed: 00.00.2026 Book Cover: Me @DesignsbyEH Word Count: 2,222 / 20,000 Goals: ✔ Round 1 ✔ | 2,000 words ✔ | Round 2 _ | 8,000 words ✔ Round 3 _ | 20,000 words LONGLIST _ | SHORTLIST _ Round Winner? _ | Honorable Mention? _ | Ambassadors' Pick? _ Mentioned in Ambassador Newsletter _ Top-5 Winner? _ Rankings: #ONC2026: #ONC #2 02.03.2026

When the man she loves is about to marry someone else, she does the unthinkable - she goes to stop the wedding. But timing is cruel. Who would have thought arriving a day late would change everything? My second entry into the Open Novella Contest. A Frankenstory made of many prompts... can you spot them all? Each chapter has a video before it. You don't have to listen. It's just an additional detail that might enhance the reading experience. Trigger Warning: Adultery, Blasphemy and a whole lot of bad language

In the coastal town of Grayhaven, disappearances aren't crimes, they're cycles. Every twenty seven years, devoted parents vanish without a trace. Every twenty seven years, a quiet girl named Shanice appears soon after, as if the sea itself has returned something in exchange. Nineteen year old, Lucious Waters has lived with the aftermath of the last cycle. His mother was among those who vanished. Since then, he has carried a secret: when the fog rolls in and emotions run high, he sees something beneath certain people's skin, faint, drifting tendrils like jellyfish suspended in flesh. When the cycle begins again, Lucious realizes the truth is larger than grief, older than the town, and far more deliberate than anyone admits. Grayhaven Town is not cursed. It is protected. And protection always demands payment. PROMPT 38. Everyone sees an ordinary person but you are the only one who can see their true nature, a jellyfish in disguise. Tendrils of Grayhaven is a haunting supernatural mystery about grief, loyalty, and the terrifying cost of safety, where the greatest threat may not be what lurks in the deep, but what happens when it decides to change.

AMBASSADORS' PICK FOR ROUND ONE, ONC 2026 ⭐ Before France burned and crowns fell, it once starved to live. Before he was a king, he was a boy who once feared the silence. Before she was a revolutionary, she was a girl who once believed in love. Years before his marriage to Marie Antoinette, before alliances forged him into the King the world will remember, Louis was only a quiet prince who found comfort in the laughter of a printer's daughter from the Third Estate. Camille was never meant to stand beside a monarch. She never asked to love a prince. She asked for bread. For justice. For a France that did not bleed its poorest dry. But when a prophecy, whispered in the still halls of Versailles, follows Louis into manhood, "He will love two women. One will save his life. The other will destroy it." The trouble is, love does not wear a name. As France trembles beneath famine, debt, and rising fury, the prince becomes king. The king becomes a symbol. And the girl he once loved becomes something far more dangerous than memory. Revolution has many faces. Sometimes, it looks like the woman you once promised forever. Kings have honour. Soldiers are brave. Poets have hearts. And all Camille has left... is rage. As history sharpens its blade and the guillotine waits for its final applause, Louis must decide which love was his salvation, and which was his ruin. Because in a country built on hierarchy and hunger, loving the wrong person does not merely break a heart. It breaks a crown.

Maeve Raines has seen golden strings since her teenage years-thin, luminous threads tied to people's pinkies, binding them through choice, emotion, and consequence. Friendship. Betrayal. Belief. Obsession. Love. Everyone has them. Some have many. Having only one is rare. Having none is impossible. Except Maeve cannot see her own. Now in her late twenties, she lives a life that demands silence and observation. Her secret stays hidden, pressed between unanswered questions and the letters she writes to the Fates-quiet confessions meant for powers she isn't sure are listening. Over the years, she has learned every shade of gold that exists and memorized their meanings. There is nothing left about the strings that should surprise her. To the world, she is someone else entirely. She goes by Juno-a name chosen, not given. A name she wears like armor. Under that name, she drifts. Watches. Learns how lives knot and unravel. Until she meets Theo Mercer. Her neighbor is gentle, reserved, and marked by something she has never encountered before. He has no visible strings. Not one. The absence unsettles her more than any bond ever has-because she knows what every shade should mean, and yet he fits none of them. Theo knows nothing of fate or golden threads-only that being near Juno feels fragile, like something he shouldn't expect to keep. What unfolds between them is not loud or dramatic. It is slow. Measured. Built from shared glances, half-confessions, and the quiet comfort of being understood without explanation. And for the first time, Maeve feels something she cannot categorize-a pull, a burn around her own pinkie whenever she turns away from him. Still unable to see her string, she prays-desperately-that if it exists, it will not be the worst kind. The color of love that never gets to stay. To the Fates is a quiet, tragic exploration of destiny misunderstood, love interrupted, and the cost of seeing what others cannot.

A witch least likely to follow in her mother's footsteps begins to have dreams she can't necessarily remember but can only remember the scent of as they come to her. It comes in voices and in a song - and every witch receives one. Each morning, she faces a new pain; her time is running out. She is being called. Her soul's lines are split-one guiding her to death, the other to becoming the one thing she didn't want to be-her mother. Or even worse. With her heart and life at stake, she had to choose a path. But, will love blind her? Or her promise to a friend? Or will that be her downfall? Will she be led to the tree or into her despair?

When a mage is found dead, and, at a rough measurement, at least a head shorter, the only clue to his fate lies in the key gripped in his hand. A very magical key that sets the leaders in the Guild of Mages, Prestidigitators, Illusionists and General Wielders of Magic (not including Witches) in a bit of a quandary, because none of them want to touch it. Thus, the investigation is left in the thoroughly incapable hands of the three mages in the highly dangerous, very almost deadly on a daily basis, Thaumatological Gubbins Department of the Guild. Accompanied by a young(ish, these are mages after all) member of the Guild tasked with recording the progress of the investigation, the three mages set out on a perilous journey that will involve several belligerent doors, a three cart race, and, probably, a number of people wondering what the Hel is going on and why one of the mages continues to shout 'Power!' at every opportunity. An ONC novella like no other.

Ten years after graduation, Aspenwood High's Class of 2018 reunites at the city's most luxurious hotel. Bethany Perez, a rising lawyer reeling from a devastating courtroom loss returns home hoping for one simple night of nostalgia, old friendships, and unfinished rivalries. But beneath the glittering ballroom, a secret biotech experiment goes catastrophically wrong. What begins as a breakthrough becomes a nightmare. When something inhuman claws its way into the reunion, the celebration turns into a blood-soaked trap. Cut off from the outside world, former classmates must fight to survive. Not just the horrors stalking the halls, but the secrets, betrayals, and grudges they never left behind. In a night where the past refuses to stay buried, survival will demand impossible alliances. Because at this reunion... not everyone is making it home. ------------------------------------------------ Written for Open Novella Contest 2026 ------------------------------------------------ Prompt chosen is: 59. You're at your school reunion when there is a zombie apocalypse. ------------------------------------------------