She agreed to marry her enemy to end a war. Now she's trapped in a tower with him... and the only way out requires a kiss. The problem? They hate each other. And they might mean it. (Note: This novella is based on the prompt no. 40 of the Open Novella Contest) ROUND 1 AND 2 QUALIFIER 😭 dear god the SUSPENSE almost killed me ngl BUT heeeeeeere we go again!!!!!

In a dying world, people resort to desperate, dark paths to survive. When seventeen-year-old Sam's oldest friend shows him something terrible, he does everything he can to keep trouble away from those he loves. Despite his efforts, another terrible incident shakes the town. With the fear that a monster hides among them, people start turning on each other, and he is on the verge of losing all he loves. The only way to save his loved ones might mean crossing lines and going down a treacherous path. ONC prompt 80.

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.

Born to be a monster, Daemian acts like one - cruel, ruthless, feared by all. But when he saves Lune from a ritual sacrifice, his defiance sparks a rebellion that could topple his mother, the Blood Queen, and rewrite her world built on fear. In a kingdom ruled by prophecy, mercy may be the deadliest power of all.

A war took his leg and the life he expected. One invitation gave him reason to live again. Captain Emmett Shaw, now Lord Shaw, returned from the War of 1812 without his leg and the future he once envisioned. Five years of bitterness and slow acceptance have left him quiet, observant, and far more comfortable with paintbrushes and canvases than with crowded drawing rooms. When his aunt suggests a restorative stay at Eastbury Manor, Emmett agrees, never suspecting the invitation will alter the course of his life. She planned her Season to perfection. Fate had other ideas. Lady Evelyn Wyndham has planned her debut London Season since she wore her hair in braids. She carries a diary of gowns, ball invitations, and eligible suitors with determined enthusiasm. But when her father falls ill, and her presence at home proves more hindrance than help, she is sent to her uncle's estate, only to discover her most insufferable cousin by marriage is already in residence. Resolved to leave the very next day, Evelyn instead finds herself agreeing to a most improper arrangement. A fake engagement. What begins as a convenient deception-designed to draw out a mysterious source-quickly becomes far more complicated. Forced into close quarters, Emmett and Evelyn must confront old grievances, unspoken wounds, and a growing attraction neither anticipated. Because pretending to be betrothed is far easier than risking one's heart.

🎏 Author Comment: This tale has been designed and written for younger readers but it can be enjoyed by all. ─ᛰ─ In the elder days before mortal kings etched their borders into stone, before time was measured by crowns and conquests, when Elven Folk shared the world with mortals under treaties older than memory, there came upon our people an age of quiet sundering. It was a time when Giants still walked the high places, when Dragons passed like storms along the horizons, and when Elven Folk shared the world with mortals under treaties older than memory. Yet even then, doubt found root. In those days there arose among mortals a whispering hunger, seeded by those who wore borrowed faces. The Changeling Wizards, who fed fear as if it were wisdom. Convincing mortal kings, the magic of the elves no longer served them. What had once been shared truth became superstition. What had once been kinship became a war of wills. From that hour, the old goodwill ended. Thus the space between our peoples widened, until the old paths closed and we were pressed back into the frost-bitten heights of our ancestral lands. And what would happen next would leave the old world in the silent throes of an uneasy realization that all was not as it seemed... A time when love and acceptance became fear and those fears bred greed. Greed bred forgetting. And forgetting became blame. But in that age arose two souls. One born of mortal blood, one of mortal grace. Who chose to stand where others turned away. Alvaro, and Daniela of the western shores, whose names the stone itself remembers. ─ᛰ─ ONC Prompt 78 You begin to realize that things are not as they seem. 🎏 Author Comment: This tale has been designed and written for younger readers but it can be enjoyed by all.

- A slow-burn romantasy with fae courts, false identities, and dangerous choices - "I was taken from my world to replace a girl who was already dead. They dressed me in white, gave me her name, and promised me safety if I stayed silent. I was meant to be a bride. A symbol. A lie. But the prince I was promised to doesn't see me the way he should. And the man who brought me here is watching, waiting for me to break. I am not the girl they think I am. And if the truth comes out, it will destroy us all." #fantasy #fae #fairies #romance #slowburn #enemiestolovers #royalty #forcedmarriage #fakeidentity #darkfantasy #forbiddenlove Note: This story is taking part in the Open Novella Contest 2026 #ONC #OpenNovellaContest Court of the Fae Rankings: #1 ONC2026 out of 1.22K stories #15 aesthetic out of 32.4K stories #13 fairytale out of 19.1K stories #5 fairies out of 14.9K stories

Anna is the kind of girl people look straight through. At school, on the bus, at home - she exists quietly in the background, where asking for anything comes with a price she learned long ago to stop paying. Even with her best friend, Alice, she never fully steps into the world. She just survives it, carefully and without being noticed. Her life was supposed to stay bland, colourless, manageable. Nothing was supposed to change that. Then she runs into Sophie. And something shifts - not all at once, and not enough to understand, but just enough that it doesn't stop. Anna finds herself pulled toward something she can't name, something her body recognises before her mind can catch up. And the worst part is, she doesn't want it to stop. Highest ranking: #1 literaryfiction 01/03/2026 - Ongoing.

She is sent to kill the dragon. Instead, she might become his only salvation. *** In a world swallowed by the Ever-Dark, Iva Vernigora is nothing more than a lowly servant in the house of the cruel Voivode Yakub Ivanov, Duke of Highroot. But when Voivode blackmails her with the lives of her parents, Iva is forced to pretend she's his daughter, as she infiltrates the royal academy of magic - Kolegium. Voivode Yakub's order is absolute: poison the Prince Konstantin Veliki. Prince Konstantin is the heir to the throne, the last of the line of Dragons - a Zmey warrior of light, who was blessed with a dragon-shifting gift. At a first glance, he is nothing but a smug, pompous royal, and everything Iva is supposed to hate. Yet every touch, and every shared lesson at Kolegium blurs the line between the enemy she must kill and the man she is beginning to crave. While Iva stalks her prey as a knife in the dark, waiting for the chance to extinguish Konstantin's light, she discovers that the dragon everyone fears is the only thing standing between humanity and the void. As the Ever-Dark Shades rise, Iva must make an impossible choice. Will she carry out her sinister orders and secure her parents' freedom, or will she stand by the Dragon in the battle for the world's last light? *** The Shades are coming. The Dragons are falling. And the Eternal Spark is waiting for its host. © 2026 EvelynHail Exclusively on Wattpad Based on prompts: 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." 4. "You discover that the dragon everyone fears is in danger, and you are the only one who can save it from the knight sworn to slay it ."

➳➳➳ new cover by x_luminous_x ➳➳➳ What if the dragon wasn't the knight's worst adversary, but their brother in arms? What if the wolf, instead of being the hunter's age-old enemy, became their closest companion? ➳➳➳ After 150 years of peace, dragons wings once again darken Sïrvean skies. At 18 years old, Soera is little more than a rebellious young woman. She spends all her days hunting in the forest, her faithful wolf by her side. Until the day her father reveals the purpose she was born to fulfill. Her ancestry is one of guardians of an ancient shrine... And the soul of a 150 years old Dragonslayer bound to it, with boredom and viciousness matching her age That same day, a dragon rider lands on Sïrvean ground. She is supposed to end his life immediately. Instead, she ends up stranded in the wilderness with him and his dragon. If she wants to survive, she must join forces with her sworn enemy. ➳➳➳ The ancient walls scream for revenge. The spirits of Soera's ancestors yearn for blood. Soera must choose between duty to her bloodline and the call of her heart.