Jareth Coppersmith and Pol Flynt have one thing in common. They kill for a living. One works for GAME, the powerful Guild of Airship Mechanics and Engineers and the other, for the Royal Spymaster. But what happens when they are unknowingly sent on the same secret mission? At best they are rivals, at worst, mortal enemies. SciFi / Thriller/ Steampunk/ LGBT

EVERYONE THEY TOUCH DIES - EXCEPT EACH OTHER. For 423 years, Libby has been a walking biohazard: one accidental brush of skin and it's game over. Now she's the world's oldest virgin, a shut-in, and a not-so secret romantic who spends her nights writing about the experiences she can never have firsthand. But she isn't alone. For centuries, a robed figure has watched her from the edges of history. Libby assumed he was a hallucination, a coping mechanism for a mind fractured by four centuries of solitude. Then one night he slid into her DMs. And after four centuries of living without a single IRL connection, Libby is ready to be touched by a Reaper - whatever the cost. NOTE: This story is one of my Wattpad ONC 2026 entries. I wrote it in response to Prompt 114: "An immortal being, worn down by centuries and cursed so that anyone they touch dies, starts searching for a way to finally end their endless life. But Death, who has grown possessive and infatuated with them, refuses to let them go." ⚠️ TW: death, dirty language, sexual content, suicidal ideation.

As the head women of The Wilting Society, we welcome you to our sanctuary. Here, we will heal the broken and wilting petals of your tainted soul, but before we are able to heal those petals - you must sacrifice everything for us. ••• Braelyn's life is thrown into an endless spiral of worry when her older sister, Macey, doesn't come home one night, but that one night quickly blends into days, and then trickles into weeks. But the fragments of her life remain untouched, as though she never left; she took nothing with her, she vanished, leaving zero reasons as to why. Braelyn knew something was deeply wrong, her sister wouldn't do something like this; her sister wasn't some runaway, and she knew had to find her. Since macey's disappearance, Braelyn had only been given one trace to her sister on the night she went missing, she had gone to a travelling psychic in the dark alleyways of their quaint town, Bronwick. When braelyn later left that tattered, over-hanging tent, she also left with an invitation. Welcome to The Wilting Society. Will Braelyn be able to track down her sister within the society, or will she stumble across something more sinister? ••• Prompts used - 80. "Monsters don't live under our beds. They live in the recesses of our minds." + 46. "We love broken, beautiful people. And it doesn't get more obviously broken and classically beautiful then you." ••• cover designed by forgettablewords

One bounty. Two hired assassins. A ton of ways everything could go wrong. ~ Based on prompt #32 - "Two assassins from rival organizations are sent on the same secret mission, only to realize the assignment hides a much bigger truth."