A Fictitious Name Adopted By An Author Novels & Stories

"Really, you mean you write books?" "Yeah, of course but the world does not knows because of the pen name I use. Gold Queen. No one knows it's me, for my images on paperbacks, I use a crown. People might just think the author does that for aesthetics or is just obsessed with royalty." She smirks. "That's my secret and I don't want you to reveal it to the world, do I have your word?" "Yes mom, I'm not gonna tell anyone but do Linn and Rex know?"

She felt flattered by the excited reactions of her new friends. Unfortunately, Gigi ruined the atmosphere. "Guys, don't you see it well? It says Summer Hills here, not Summer Harper. That must be a different Summer. Besides, Summer is still very young. How could she possibly write a storybook? She can't even read," she glanced at Summer, looking down on her. "But I think this is Summer," the bespectacled boy said firmly. "Look! The backpack in the picture is the same as the one Summer has! As for the name, Summer could have used a pen name. I heard that authors often use it to hide their real identities."

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.

Jenna cleared her throat, "I'm an author, well quite famous among limited circles," Jenna replied gracefully as if she was really famous. Adam frowned, "What kind of author? Limited circle? Do you write books on political economy or something?" Jenna chuckled, "I'm an online platform novelist! Huh, I'm quite famous!" Adam suddenly seemed to have an idea. "So you can pretend to be a famous Ghostwriter in America or England or whatever! So my mother won't be able to find your name. Ghostwriter won't leave any traces,"

I said, leaning back against the library chair, "but under one condition. I want a pen name." ​Michael raised an eyebrow, his pen hovering over the contract. "A pen name? Lei, with the Parker name behind you, we could launch you as the debutante author of the year. The publicity alone would—" ​"No," I interrupted, my voice firm. "I don't want to be recognized, and I certainly don't want to be flaunted like a trophy. I want my words to stand on their own. We’ll use 'L.L. Ni'." ​It was a play on my name, a subtle nod to the woman I was becoming while keeping the heiress hidden. I wanted Timothy to read my columns and feel a haunting sense of familiarity, a ghost of a memory, without ever being

But coming from me, it just sounded stupid. She didn’t seem to notice though. “Fabulous. The ritz. Reservation under Aquarius Smith. It’s my travel name. See you then, love. Ta-ta!” She hung up with a curt click. Aquarius Smith? That was quite the travel name. I’d heard of famous people using fake names when they were out in public for reservations and things. It was a way to deter the paparazzi from finding out where they were. I put my phone down and just sat there for a moment. Then it hit me like a semi-truck.

“Oh.. cut me that crap, do you want me to go over my lectures once again..” “No..but my name, what if someone recognises me?” She rolled her eyes and leaned in “Come on now… in Greece, oh please, alright then, don't put your name, use a fake one. Everyone does it–it's part of the game. Trust me, Lauren. No one here cares who you really are. They just want their fantasy to be fulfilled.” My throat tightened as I held the pen. A fake name. That made it less real…right? And safer. More like it wasn’t really me that signed up–I convinced myself.

In the next second, I realized my prayers went unanswered when a familiar voice stated. “It’s been such a long time; we were wondering if you’d completely forgotten about the quill and us.” I bit back a sigh and put on my best smile as I turned around to face them. “Of course not. I’ve just been busy.” All three of them were here, just staring at me from behind their masks. They had already seen my face multiple times by the time I figured out I could control what I looked like in the ink. So since they haven’t been able to find me by how I look, I decided it didn’t matter even if they somehow found my books in real life. I went under a pen name and didn’t show my face anywhere. It was one o

"I am also what my family expects." The head of marketing is already a family man, so I understand his fear of suddenly losing his job. That's what I was thinking as I was carried by elevator; I took a photo of the employee's resume, it says. The only problem is that maybe it's not just the address that's faked here; maybe the name is just used. I know it's bad to use another personality, but with these instances, I feel it's necessary. I also think of the people I made believe in my made-up name, Constantine, which was my late mother's name. Why did I use this name and not my real name?

I just want to go back into whatever hole I could crawl into. Yvonne Hechtman. It's been such a long time since I heard that name that I had already forgotten about it. About that young, innocent little girl who didn't know anything about the evils of the world. The girl who had her hopes high up... Yvonne Hechtman. That is my real name. Ava is just a pseudonym I used in the ring. Every woman there usually uses one.