Aria Cross never believed in omens. But when her grandmother dies whispering a verse that doesn't exist in any Bible and leaves behind a scorched iron cross, her life collapses into a storm of secrets she was never meant to uncover. Now trapped in Saints Hollow, a city too beautiful to be real, Aria learns that beneath its glass towers and soft lights lie ancient vows, forbidden bloodlines, and creatures that still remember Heaven's fall. ... In Saints Hollow, salvation has a price and Aria Cross might be the final payment.

"Come here." The command cut through the air, sharp and deliberate. Not loud. My legs moved before my brain caught up, hesitant, shaky steps pulling me closer until I stood between his knees. Then, without breaking eye contact, he lifted his gun. The barrel pressed to my thigh, cold as ice, and I gasped, every nerve in my body sparking alive. The metal slid higher, tracing the hem of my dress, teasing the edge of my lingerie. Goosebumps erupted across my skin, not only from fear, but from the unbearable awareness of his control. "You tremble so beautifully," he murmured, the Russian lilt thickening his words. The barrel nudged higher, heat sparking where there should only be fear. "Does it scare you, котёнок?" (Kitten) ******************************* Harper Quinn had one simple goal: chill in her pajamas, binge Netflix, and avoid people. Instead, she loses a dumb bet and finds herself in a nightclub... with the Russian mafia. Now, the city's most dangerous man, Roman Sokolov-handsome, terrifying, and oddly obsessed with calling her "Kitten"-claims her as his property. One wrong move, and she could end up dead. One sarcastic comment, and she might just survive... if she's lucky. Sassy, terrified, and armed only with her wit (and a very judgmental cat), Harper's about to discover that surviving the mafia isn't just about staying alive-it's about keeping her dignity intact... somehow. "He calls me 'Kitten.' I call him a psycho. Guess we're even?" Warning: Contains mafia-level danger, terrifyingly hot villains, and one very stubborn girl who refuses to be anyone's "Kitten." > Warning: This story isn't for the faint of heart. Expect intense drama, sarcasm, embarassing moments romance, and content meant for adults. Read at your own risk!

When Mia's unfinished manuscript begins writing back, her lost fictional love steps off the page-and into her life. But if she wrote him into existence, can she control her feelings.

Gideon thought his biggest problem was a late paper for Literature class-until he fell asleep and woke up inside his own story. There, he met Aurora: radiant, kind, and cursed. What began as a dream soon felt more real than life itself, especially when Gideon realized he was falling for her. But when he wakes, the lines between fantasy and reality blur even more. Now, Gideon must face the question: can love born from a dream awaken someone in the real world? #WITWContest Prompt: Woke up in my own story Words Count: 1868/2000

A late-night camping trip takes a deadly turn when five friends stumble upon an abandoned school in the middle of nowhere. Inside, they find strange trinkets-and a deck of UNO cards. What begins as a harmless game soon unleashes the spirit of a boy who burned to death in the same classroom years ago. The rules are simple: finish the game. But nothing is ever what it seems. Every card dealt, every item worn, comes with a price. And when the lights go out, the ghost of Etisoppo Ehtod comes to collect. Because in this game, shouting "UNO" doesn't mean you're winning... It means you're next.

Bound by an arranged marriage and years of silent endurance, Faye and Rex carry the weight of a forever they did not choose. On their fifth anniversary, what begins as a simple dinner spirals into a breaking point of unspoken grief, guilt, and pity. In a love shaped by fate, the line between devotion and burden becomes impossible to ignore. #WITWContest Prompt: Bestfriends forced to marry Word Count: 985

I thought I was writing the story. Turns out, my characters had other plans - plans made of velvet smirks, impossible kisses, and dragging me headfirst into their chaos. One delirious midnight, between too much caffeine and wine and obviously not enough sense, I learned the truth: they' re alive, they' re insufferable, and they burn hotter than anything I could put on the page. Desire, danger, and arson-level foreplay... welcome to a tale where the author isn' t in control anymore.

a group of survivors band together to fight back against the corrupt law lead by prozen.