Writing Contest Free Entry Novels & Stories

"You used to call me a dog, little prince." "Now get on your knees and beg for your leash." Ten years after destroying the scholarship boy who secretly worshipped him, Kai Sterling has lost everything. Once the cruel golden prince of high society, he sells his body in a depraved underground auction to save his crumbling empire and free his brother from prison. The highest bidder is Silas Vane, the man Kai once broke. Now a ruthless billionaire with ice in his veins and vengeance in his blood, Silas buys Kai for ninety days of total ownership. No escape. No mercy. Just a tracking collar, absolute obedience, and nights that leave Kai screaming, shaking, and craving the very man he once humiliated. As Silas slowly unravels the fallen prince with vicious pleasure and mirrored torment, old wounds bleed into raw obsession. Hate twists into addiction. Pride shatters into desperate begging. And in the end, the little prince must choose: walk away rich and free, or willingly wear the collar of the only man who ever truly owned his soul. In a world of dark power and twisted love, some leashes feel like home.

IVAN MILLER, IS THE MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND A MULTI BILLIONAIRE, WHO IS ALSO A SECRET DON OF UNDERWORLD, MOST FEARED MAFIA BOSS. CASSANDRA WILLIAMS, A BRATTY AND FREE SOUL CAR RACER WHO ASKS A FAVOUR FROM THE DEVIL HIMSELF. AND A DEAL WITH DEVIL IS NEVER EASY, SPECIALLY IF THE DEVIL IS IVAN MILLER. 》THIS BOOK IS MY OWN IMAGINATION, COPYING THE STORY LINE OR SCENES WILL NOT BE APPRECIATED. 》THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT 》HAPPY READING

Imani, a girl who had been abused from a young age gets kidnapped one night in the outer states. All Imani ever wanted was to be afloat, to be non-existent but after she escapes from her captor the second time, being free becomes a luxury that she can not afford. Convicted of two murders, how was it possible to be non-existent? This story is based in the inner states, outer states and higher states. Let your imagination lead.

Roselle, bound by an arranged marriage to a seemingly gentle man, soon learns the horrific truth—her soul was stolen long ago by a sadistic mafia kingpin. Trapped in a life that isn’t hers, she’s nothing more than a pawn in a dark game of sin and deceit. As the walls close in, she must face the terrifying reality: her existence was never her own. Will she break free, or remain lost in the shadows of their twisted world?

“Sir, I beg you to let me go! Don’t touch me! No!” My voice broke into sobs. The stranger forced me into an uncomfortable position. I wanted to fight back, but he was too strong. Out of shame and confusion, I did everything I could to free myself from his grasp. However, the more I fought back, the more unsettled I became. Eventually, I lost my rationality.

Adler Hayes Vergara may be an easy-going, responsible, calm, and collected Executive but he is a drunk mess when stressed and a man who isn't ready for commitment and responsibility, thinking that he should keep the ball rolling while he's still free from the engagement arranged by his family. But one rainy day, a woman appears on his doorstep, soaked and pale like a stray kitten, introducing herself as his fiancée!

Alena didn't believe she could marry her teacher in high school. The new teacher whom she idolized so much has now become her legal husband. With the age gap that is far apart, Zeyn tries to understand Alena's young nature and tries to maintain their marriage. Then what will happen next? "You are now my wife, so I am free to touch you." "Uh, you flirtatious teacher!"

Behind the gates of their luxurious mansion, Aurora “Rory” Wynter, appears to have it all: a handsome husband, a beautiful home, and a perfect facade. But when the doors are closed, Rory's world begins to unravel. Her husband's multiple love affairs threaten to destroy her marriage and her sense of self-worth. Will Rory find the strength to break free from her gilded cage, or will she remain forever trapped in her role as the perfect trophy wife?

My name is Cassie Aster. I was born Cassandra Burton. I wasn’t born rich, or with a powerful name. But I was born smart—some would say lucky. At fifteen, I entered a contest for a scholarship to the most prestigious school in the country: Aster Academy of Excellence. Out of more than four hundred applicants, only five were chosen. By sixteen, I was walking through its gates. That’s where I met him—Jacob Aster. The son of the school’s owners. The heir to one of the wealthiest families on Earth. I fell for him immediately, but I rejected him—over a hundred times. My studies, my scholarship, my future came first. To him, that meant only one thing: he had to buy my love. Over a decade later, we’re married. And to the world, I’m the luckiest girl alive—proof that fairy tales come true. From rags to riches, just like that. But I never thought of myself as having only rags. And I didn’t marry him for his riches. Still, every time he strays, he buys my forgiveness—for $100,000. For him, I gave up my career. For him, I live like a caged bird, taken out only for display. For him, I die a little every day. Every time my card doesn’t decline, my heart does. Most of his women at least have the shame to stay out of my sight. But not her. Coral Monroue is shameless. He favors her now. And I can’t help but wonder— will she be the one who finally pushes me to leave?

Even though I knew cows were sacred to the Indorians, I still supported their biological daughter in her plan to serve beef at the dinner table of Indoria's wealthiest man. In my previous life, the wealthiest man in Indoria had held a nationwide contest to choose a wife. My sister had fought her way to the final round and planned to make a beef and veggie stew for the ultimate cooking challenge. I rushed to stop her, warning that in Indoria's religion, cows were considered holy, and eating beef could have serious legal consequences. However, my sister thought I was deliberately humiliating her for being "uncultured." In a fit of anger, she ran out, only to be struck and killed by a car. My adoptive parents tried to console me, telling me it was not my fault, that it was simply bad luck. Later, thanks to my exceptional cooking skills, I became the wife of Indoria's wealthiest man. Yet on the very day of my wedding, my adoptive parents sold me to the slums. That night, as eight men assaulted me one after another, I cried and demanded to know why. They kicked me viciously and spat: "If you hadn't made things difficult for Janet, she wouldn't have died. You owe her this!" By the end of that night, I had bled to death. Meanwhile, my adoptive parents used the money given by Indoria's wealthiest man to build a lavish tomb for their biological daughter. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my sister was about to serve her beef and veggie stew to Indoria's wealthiest man.