A Fictitious Name Adopted By An Author Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Did he just say K. Frank?” Katherine nodded without looking at her. “Fake name. This man is literally using a fake name. This is some next-level madness.” But Katherine’s voice was calm. “It’s not madness,” she said. “It’s him. He’s a public figure, Caro. If he used his real name here, it’d be on some blog by tomorrow.” Carolina scoffed, folding her arms. “You’re defending him?” “I’m not defending anything. I’m explaining. There’s a difference.”

It was a lie…all of this, a carefully constructed lie I spent years building. “Breathe, Jenna.” I use my fake name on purpose, forcing my brain to accept it. “Jenna Carr,” I say, over and over, until it no longer feels strange in my mouth. When the floor feels more stable under my feet, I wipe my hands and stand, walking over to the window. Pretty.

Do I have to keep letting my sister being recognised for the work she has never done or let my family step all over me? I will not. I will submit my work under Pseudoname as submitting my work under my real name might attract the attention of my family which I don't want , atleast not until I am fully free. My family's contacts are strong and if they want they can ruin my career if they will think that I am in the way of my twin sister's development. It might sound cruel but from theri behaviour towards me I think they can do it. By the time Anaya came out of the washroom I was already done with five designs. In this competition we have to submit Five designs. I motioned Anaya to the breakfa

Yet, I also knew avoiding her question could lead to even more issues. I stopped my movements, facing her with a guarded expression. "It's a pseudo-name," I said, my voice even. "I can't exactly go by my real name there." I left it at that, offering no further explanation. I wasn't ready to peel back the layers of that part of my life, not yet. The name Hawk was more than just a nickname. It was a persona, a mask that allowed me to navigate the brutal world of underground fighting. It was a world that Penelope had no part in, a world that I wasn't sure she would understand or accept.

I asked, surprised at the invasion of my privacy. No, she ran your name and found out who you were in seconds. She doesnt just take anyone in, you know? She wants you to pick out a fake name, one that isnt associated with you at all. We tell most girls to do that if they want to, but with you, it has to be a fake name. Ah. Alright. I hadnt thought about it much; I just assumed Id be protected, somehow.

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Anna was a miracle child, and so is this book. She looked down on the paperback on her lap, its cover dazzling as ever. The Anthem of Lycanthropy. She couldn’t believe she was the author of this, that this was her life, and that her life story went viral — with everyone thinking it’s a realistic fiction. But of course, nobody knew that she was the writer behind the works except her and Ellie. Everyone just knew the writer as L.M.H. and that was it. Leal Miragia Horryn.

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I guessed he just didn't want me to give up easily again on this one hobby. So the following day, I tried to be optimistic again. Ricky said about getting an outside opinion. I did that but sadly I wasn't confident enough to reveal my real identity as the artist of my art. I learned how there were artists who used pseudonyms to hide their identities and for branding purposes. I tried that and chose 'Cassa' as my alias for my painting hobby.

She placed her hands on the table and pushed herself forward. "I had problems getting myself into publishing houses with my name in my early writing days. A friend advised me to use a male pen name, so I submitted the same poem to the publishing house. Mind you, Mr Padens, I didn't change anything nor added to the poem and their response came in within an hour," she chuckled. "They accepted?" "Yes. They were so happy I chose their magazine to publish my masterpiece that they offered me more than the stated price for accepted poets." "Wow! And since then you've been writing as Malcolm Galileo I guess?"