Organized Stories

For twenty-two years, Detective Neema Omondi has believed one painful truth: her mother died a drug addict, and her past was buried forever. When a wave of young girls begins disappearing along the Nairobi-Namanga highway, Neema is assigned to investigate a powerful human trafficking network that has operated in the shadows for decades. As the investigation deepens, forgotten case files, buried secrets and a single faded photograph begin to connect her to a past she never knew existed. More than two decades earlier, a courageous young woman named Aisha was willing to sacrifice everything to save her sick mother. One desperate decision led her into the hands of a ruthless criminal empire, changing countless lives forever. As the past and present slowly collide, Neema discovers that justice is no longer just another case-it's personal. Every clue brings her closer to a truth people have spent years ignoring not knowing it's a ticking bomb, and to a man whose identity could destroy everything she believes about herself. MBEGU MBAYA is a gripping Kenyan crime thriller about human trafficking, family, identity, corruption and the enduring power of hope. It is a story that asks one haunting question: Can something beautiful grow from the darkest of beginnings?

Bellaire Maddox didn't survive forty years at the top of Germany's underworld by being sentimental. So when the cancer in his lungs gives him eighteen months, he doesn't call a family meeting. He calls a war council and names his successor: not his son, not his daughter, but Dante Osei, the boy he raised like blood after he put a bullet in Dante's father's chest. Callum Maddox was promised the crown since he was old enough to hold a gun steady. He's spent his whole life proving he's ready for it, proving it a little too hard, a little too often, in ways his father has never let him fully answer for. Isla Maddox was never promised anything. The eldest, the sharpest, the one who actually runs the numbers that keep the empire breathing, and the one everyone assumes will simply stand behind whichever brother-figure gets the chair, because that's what daughters do. She's done assuming that's true. Horace Novak buried his wife and his six-year-old son three years ago, execution-style, in a house that was supposed to be safe. His father, a ghost of the intelligence world who raised Horace on one rule, a pawn who forgets the board dies thinking he was a king, taught him everything except how to survive loving someone. Now Horace has a new name, a new face, and a driver's seat in Bellaire Maddox's convoy, because somewhere inside that family is the person who gave the order that killed his son. He doesn't know it yet. But he's about to spend the next year of his life protecting, studying, and slowly falling into trust with the very people he's promised himself he'll bury. The crown is coming loose. The informant is already inside. And when the truth surfaces, about the succession, about the hit, about who Horace really is, there won't be room left for anyone to walk away clean.

To keep myself from losing track of: all the 2026 contests I've entered, all the 2026 contests I've volunteered myself as a judge (or let myself be volun-told into judging), all the 2026 books I've had to read as a contestant or as a judge, all the 2026 deadlines, and all the other important stuff, here is a book that registers all these 2026 things in a somewhat organized fashion. With occasional commentary. For the record, I am not Lady Whistledown, and I do not have all the gossip of the ton. Nota bene: Although other people are welcome to browse my public contest logs and look for contests, look for information about details of contests (i.e. you want me to pour you some tea), etc, these contest logs are primarily for my own use. I enter so many contests that I can't keep track of them without a log. I forget important details, too, including things like "Note to self: You do not get along with this contest host, best not participate in their contests." Like my 2024 and 2025 contest logs, this journal was never meant to be an "expose" book. I'm not exposing anybody. Contests are matters of public record, as are any comments made in the contest books. I'm just a ditz who needs a written log to keep track of everything. I would lose my head if it hadn't been attached to my shoulders. I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY POETRY AND PROSE BEING USED TO TRAIN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE

He was born the son of a legendary Oklahoma street gangster. At twenty years old, he is hyper-disciplined, but his path was forged in fire. To get here, he had to navigate a chaotic childhood of violent backyard arenas, survive neglectful foster homes, and beat a high-stakes felony conspiracy indictment. Turn-around is the true-to-life, raw story of a young man who completely transforms himself from a statistic into an elite corporate powerhouse and homeowner-all before he can legally drink. 👉 If you love gritty realism, real-life struggle, and ultimate underdog triumphs, add this story to your library today! Email me at williampuente696@gmail.com

She's Organised, he's messy She's confident, he's shy She's outspoken, he's quiet The list could go on and it starts with Cassie, career driven woman who's life is planned to every second.. until it isn't. A chain of events that makes Casey think her life could only get worse but is it a blessing in disguise when she meets him? Status: Completed Pictures and cover made using "Pic Collage" and "Pics Art"

Welcome come to The preamble! This is where I organize my penpals, R4R schedule and other type of support for my fellow writers and followers. If want to request a R4R, F4F, C4C and V4V, this is the place. Because my Wattpad page is growing I want to be more organized and provide the best support I can to my fellow Wattpad friends Enjoy!

Just a little organizer of the ocs I have adopted from people's wings of fire adopts :3 plus some that I made!

Follow the story of a girl who's lost her way, see her find her true self, and everything that happens along the way. People die, life moves on. But what do you do when you're the killer? No one could ever say I was normal. The thing about that is that… well, even I’m not sure. I’ve never been happy, not really, and I’ve done everything I could think of to change my life to see if I could fix that, but nothing ever worked. I’m serious; I’ve been an over-achiever, an under-achiever, a punker, a rocker, and a volunteer, everything a girl as young as I could do. Eventually I settled into something of a numb state, a place where I’m seemingly content, but with the burning, rumbling chaos hidden just beneath the surface. I suppose that’s why I was such a good criminal. I don’t really care if I hurt people, because I hurt so much myself. The chaos just brews, exploding into the perfect storm, to create the perfect master villain. They say I don’t have a heart. I do, sort of; I lost it years ago though. If you find it, let me know, won’t you?