A Fictitious Name Adopted By An Author Novels & Stories

I’ll find out his reaction to all of this very soon. The real problem starts now… I still didn’t have a pseudonym that I wanted to use as an artist. So far, I’ve been using my name. It wasn’t all that strange to use my name, but a pseudonym is probably cooler, I guess. I shook my head from side to side. Who am I kidding?

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“Oh, sorry. Christian. Why the fuck would you pick a name like that for a cover?” Christian swallows another pour of the Scotch. He prefers hard alcohol—no carbs. “Because nobody would pick a name like ‘Christian’ for a cover.” If Christian had his druthers, Gavin wouldn’t know his alias. It’s the one flaw in his plan to segregate their friendship from his professional relationship. But Gavin creates Christian's fake identity and everything that comes with it—fake credit and employment history, fake driver’s license and credit cards, fake diplomas and certifications, even those fake news articles from Fortune and Newsweek. Gavin couldn’t do that without knowing the name Christian Newsome.

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I added. An awkward laugh escaped both of their throats. "But it's a good thing, right?" Emily shot me a crooked smile. "Because you've always used a pen name when writing for the tabloid and you only worked there as a contracted freelancer, you're like carte blanche. No one will ever know that you are a journalist or that you're trying to find something." I chuckled dryly. "Yes… For the first time in history, being a nobody became a good thing."

wow! "The situational set up sort of reminds me of some of my very early work," Rood shook his head. "When I was struggling to make it in this competitive business of writing." "Oh, would I have read any of them?" "Don't think so, I wrote them under a pseudonym, and they weren't what one would label works of literary accomplishment... a far, far cry from what I do today." "Could you tell me about those books." She looked at him eagerly. "I'd like to read them, if I may."

“I did it for a project, about a year ago. Green tech company. I was good at it.” Cora set a plate in front of her. “Then do that.” “I’m trying to figure out how to get clients without… without anyone knowing who I actually am.” “You have a name.” “I have a fake name.” “Then use the fake name.” Cora sat down across from her with her own tea. “People hire work, not people. If the work is good they don’t care what you’re called.” Wren looked at her. “That’s actually…” she said.

"You want me to write? Tasha, Luca would have a stroke if I started publishing pack affairs’ content." "Then don't tell him," she shrugged, her eyes sparkling. "Use a pen name. Be 'The Silver Rogue.' It’s independent income, Aria. Real money that doesn't have a 'Storm Ridge Pack' stamp on it. Plus, I love your style. You’ve got bite." A surge of genuine excitement—the first I’d felt in weeks—washed over me. Independent money. A way to build a life that was entirely mine. "I'm in," I said, a smile finally tugging at my lips.

His identity had always been well protected because he did not like being the center of attention and he did not like his private life being disturbed. This had always been a habit passed down in the Mcintosh family. As the biggest shareholder and creator of the Cosmics Group, he had become invisible in the entertainment industry. In the Cosmics Group, he did not use his real name, but had always used a fake name instead. This name seemed to represent the supreme authority and prestige of the entertainment industry, Bio Mcintosh. This was his name for the outside world. Normally, he would not even attend important meetings or banquets.

I had to say my fake name, Lisa. --- Hi all, Welcome to my new book. Thanks for giving it a try <3 Much Love, Misha K