A Fictitious Name Adopted By An Author Mga Nobela at Kwento

THE DARK TEMPTATIONS THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO PLACES, EVENTS OR REAL PEOPLE ARE ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL. AUTHOR:- Pranjal Yadav Pen name:- Cream puff ~So what? Don't stop and worry youself, it's good for nothing. Let go. Although there is no answer yet, you can start the fight. ~

I wished I thought things through more thoroughly before accepting the contract. “Oh, honey! There’s nothing to apologize for! You’re an author, and good authors have to face scandals all the time!” Mom said encouragingly while rubbing my back. “Mom?” I couldn’t find words to express what I was feeling right now. Relief? Excitement? Fear? Astonishment? Like I told Ethan before, my mom was unpredictable, but I didn’t guess to what extent. “You’re not mad at me?” “People don’t know you by your real name, so it’s fine. Your father’s not going to be so accepting but he won’t be mad either… as long as you switch to another genre.” That had me laughing… and wincing.

It’s too early also, the guards won’t probably let me leave during class hour, so I stayed here. My eyes automatically shut when I felt the wind hugging my body. I heard my phone rings, I smiled when I saw that a lot of my readers have read the recent poem I just published earlier. I’m a writer, I write poems and novels ever since I found out that my passion is writing. I won’t deny the fact that a lot of people are reading my pieces on the platform where I’m writing, but they don’t know that I’m the writer behind those pieces. In a simple meaning, they just know my penname but they don’t know that I’m the one who’s writing behind my penname. It’s my choice though, I chose to be a ghost wri

"That's my number, Yan! Do not erase! Watch out!" "Hey, what the hell did you save your name? Beautiful Linda? Wow, so confident!” "Hahaha, if your friend asks you, just show me my name on your cellphone! At least you won't be bullied for being single!" Linda said as if she was carefree. "No way! It will get me in trouble someday!" said Ziyan renaming Linda's contact name. "Haha, just honest. You have a girlfriend, right!" The streets started to get quiet and Ziyan immediately started the car. They had arrived at the office and Linda had finished following up on all the foundations she had to contact that day.

I say, trying to sound confident, although deep down, I have no idea how I’m going to protect myself. “How?” she snaps. “By telling them you’re giving them a pseudonym in your book? Sure, they won’t kill you then, will they?” She waves her arms around, exasperated. “Oh my God, I’m going to have to tell the police I gave you the idea when they find your mutilated body in the desert!” I roll my eyes. “You’re being dramatic. I’ll figure it out, Jen. For instance, I won’t use my real name—I’ll use the name that I publish under.”

X ”Now, who is this, Mr. X?” Sarah asked exasperatedly. She so didn’t want any more shocks or surprises. “It’s Mr. Roy. We have decided to use pseudonyms in all our conversations lest someone is keeping watch. Even if they figure out what we are doing, they would have no evidence against us.” “That is a great idea!” “All credit goes to Mr. Roy. He is a great planner. Even his prank was so well planned.” Arnold’s lips stretched in a weak smile as he recalled that day.

I replied with a small nervous smile before taking another bite of the pasta She didn't seem very happy with that answer "There's not much money in writing from what I know." Alice let out a laugh and her mom glared over at her until she spoke "Blair is actually one of the most well known authors in the world mom." Cassidy's face fell slightly as her gaze settled on me "Then why haven't I heard of you before?" "I wrote under a pseudonym, Aria Bac, I'm sure you've probably heard of me." I stated feeling my anger rising each time Cassidy made a snarky comment She nodded seeming surprised, "I have but I still don't believe it's you."

“Have you thought about what we discussed yet?” The memory of those early days, hunched over my laptop in the quiet solitude of my apartment, juggling ghostwriting gigs while writing books under a pseudonym, brought a wave of nostalgia. A.R Eve, the name I'd chosen - a combination of my initials and my mother's name - had become a shield, a way to navigate the world of publishing without exposing my introverted nature.

had brought a whirlwind of emotions, and I found myself lost in contemplation, reflecting on the unexpected journey my life had taken. I had chosen the pen name Tuberose, a symbol of the fragrant beauty I sought to infuse into my stories. The world knew me as Tuberose, the elusive author whose words had touched hearts and ignited imaginations. But behind the pseudonym, I remained hidden, my true identity shrouded in secrecy.

Thank you for selecting my story. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Copyright © Rituparna Darolia. All rights reserved. No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.