Choose or write any move
Three options in every scene, plus a box for your own. Type what you'd do and the next scene is written around it.
Stories in 11 genres, from romance and fantasy to mystery and sci-fi. Pick a ready-made story or write your own, choose what you do in every scene, and the story rewrites itself around you.

Five years ago he left you for the alien ship without a word. It sent him home, and it wants one more guest.

You can trace any family back four hundred years. The fae you must name by Samhain has no family on any record.

Seven royals ahead of you fell in one night to secrets the spymaster swears are true. Now he kneels and calls you Majesty.

Your great-aunt's will leaves you five lodgers the law calls criminals. On Hogmanay, New Year's Eve, the census man knocks on every door, yours included.

Grandpa's secret treasure map is on every front page in Scotland, and two hundred cars are racing you into the glen.

You wake on the lab floor wearing your rival's ring. A working gone wrong took the night, and neither of you remembers the wedding.

Every student at the night college is a vampire but you, and your guide is the heir who voted to keep you out. Forty nights.

You married the earl in your runaway mistress's veil, and he knew at once. On the full moon you learn why she ran.

Each morning one fewer juror comes down to breakfast, and tonight the note under your door names you.

The museum was robbed exactly as your unpublished chapter one describes. Chapter two puts the night guard in the river.

The prince to be crowned in thirty days rows to your ferry landing to tell you the crown was always yours.

The shuttle home seats nine. There are ten of you, and two men answer to the engineer's name.

Your face hangs on the conservatory's memorial wall, and the man who survived that winter walked out when he saw you.

Your bodyguard has saved you twice this week. Tonight you find the other contract in his jacket, signed before you met.

By breakfast all of London knows about the masked kiss, and three gentlemen wait in your parlor, each swearing he was the man in the mask.

At dawn the whole city's magic is in your hands, and the strongest warlock in Boston wants his share back by the new moon.

The chip you put in a wounded wolf last night beeps in a stranger's shoulder. Hunting season opens in fourteen days.

The pirates were still in the hold when you bought the ship, and by their code you are their captain now.

Only the man in cell four can hear you, and the police say he pushed you off Pier Nine.

Your sister died in an avalanche three years ago. This morning she is on the start list for Norway.

You dig a stranger out of the snow. Everything he says is a lie. That night, someone cuts the only wire to the valley.

The papers say they are all dead. At 4 a.m. your headphones say six men are alive.

Twenty contenders, forty days, one prince who watches you. The wire says his father is dead. He still toasts him.

Eight musicians on a famous wall. A ninth under the paint. Take it down, and she's gone for good.

Your families haven't spoken since 1976. Now you share one show, one barge, and a shell someone cut.

You know four hundred poisons by heart. The one killing you isn't one of them. Fourteen days to name it.

The barn fire was no accident. The state inspector wants your brother. The man who left you wants you off the case.

She picked two apprentices. She told each of you a different story about the fire.

They say your mentor is dead. His rope says someone wanted him that way. You and your rival go down to find out.

Four tourists board at dawn. You never look away. You land with five.

The general who burned your valley chose his penance: three years sweeping your floors. He can leave any morning. If he does, his soldiers stand trial.

Half of Baltimore is solving your proposal. You never wrote it.

For eight years you wrote her reviews in secret. Now she's gone, and the chef she ruined is at your door.

The man who won the last wish hasn't aged a day. That wish drowned your street. Now he wants to hire your boat.

You wake forty years early on the Meridian. The only other person awake says he has been alone for forty years.

He fights with your secret move. He has the statue's face. He wants to know who broke the vow.

Your best spell is a month old. Someone carved it a thousand years ago. In your hand.

Every monster in the kingdom bows to you. Your guild wants to know why. So do you.

You find the god dead in his crypt. Upstairs, the bells ring for a fresh miracle.

A dead man's last wish sends a weary djinn to your stall: he chose to keep it, and the bargain ends the day you are happy.

Four hundred years undead. One sleeping draught. Now his heart beats, and he has fifty days.

Two hundred days of winter. The only warm thing in the city hides in your icehouse.

A jar of love in your vault has your name on it. The man who pawned it has no idea who you are.

You wake after twenty years. Your face is on every poster. You never ran for anything.

The army at your gate flies your family's banner. Relief rides in forty days, if your walls and your people hold that long.

Four witnesses you relocated this year were found within a week, and only your files knew where. Your last one testifies in thirty days.

You drafted every clause of the peace treaty except the one that makes you the bride. Signing is in twenty days.

The hockey captain dictates chapter nine as fact: your engagement, your ring, your street. The publisher prints it in thirty days.

He is the prince of the kingdom you swore to hate. In forty-nine days the seventh trial needs one victor, or the truce breaks.

He's alive, wearing the twin of your ring. Will you marry the man who should be dead?

Chapters written like a novel, about 12 minutes each, with art for every chapter.

Pick one of three moves, let fate decide, or type your own.

Who you lied to, who you saved, who you trusted. It changes who trusts you.



The ending is written from every choice you made. Two readers rarely finish the same way.




Three options in every scene, plus a box for your own. Type what you'd do and the next scene is written around it.
Lies, promises and secrets carry over. Trust changes.
Each new chapter gets a cover painted for the choices you made.
Every book can end three ways. Your choices decide which one you reach.
Tap anyone you meet to open their card: what they want, what they hide, how they give themselves away.
A short note of what you did and what it cost, sealed in wax.
Chapter I of every book is free, with no account. With a free account you can also create one book of your own a month. The chapters after Chapter I are written live for your path and come with a plan.
No. Wimbook opens in the browser on your phone or computer. Add it to your home screen if you like.
Not to start. We ask for one only when you want to save your story or keep going after Chapter I.
Romance is slow burn: tension, longing and the occasional kiss. Violence stays off the page.
You never pay gems or diamonds to unlock a choice, and you are not limited to the options on screen. Type your own move and the story follows it.
Yes. Start from one line, like "the captain knows I'm a witch", and we build the world, the characters and Chapter I. A free account can create one book a month and read its Chapter I; paid plans create more and continue past Chapter I.
Yes. Each book keeps track of your choices: who you lied to, who you saved, who you trusted. You can open "What the story remembers" at any time.
Yes. Rewind takes you back one step so you can choose again.
The world plays along within its own rules. You can lie, flirt, run or set the letter on fire. The characters react as themselves.
Each book starts from a world, characters and the main character's journey written by our team. AI writes the chapters around your choices, inside those rules.
Between 10 and 80 chapters depending on the book, most of them 40 to 80, about 12 minutes each. There is no fixed ending: it is written from the choices you made along the way.
Yes. Other readers never see your choices, the moves you type or the books you create, unless you choose to share a story publicly. To write your chapters, the story and your moves are processed by our AI provider; see the Privacy Policy.
Yes. Paid plans are monthly and you can cancel at any time; you keep your plan until the end of the period you paid for. Payments are processed by Paddle, our merchant of record.
English for now. More languages are planned.

Chapter I of every book is free. No account, no gems, nothing to download.