A Fictitious Name Adopted By An Author の小説・ストーリー

Though, I suppose they were an escape for me in themselves. With my friends in Florida, I was an actress, pretending that Harrison never did what he had done. With them, I was an entirely different person. With Mr. Russ, I was an entirely different person also. I became so in love with this fake persona that I even created a name for her, well, not created, I stole a name for her. Daphne.

“That’s not your legal name!” “It’s my pseudonym! I exist under that name, like my mother exists as Amanda Seville and Adrienne is known as Jamila McBride when they publish their works.” He took a deep breath and raised a quizzing eyebrow at her. “Arabella Adams, on the other hand… you gave me a fake name!” She looked down on her feet. She couldn’t bear to look at his face and see the cold wrath in his eyes. The last time, she looked at them, they were shining with love and admiration for her. But now… he looked like he could murder her with his bare hands.

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I still want to be beside him to protect his dream. I start my second life as an author at night. My pen name is Electra. My readers call themselves Electranian. I do not know that they even have that name. Maybe, it was a wordplay from the word "Electrician." Nobody in Electranian knows that Electra is me, except some close friends. I have written six novels this year.

Social media platforms and official ScribeSphere accounts frequently promoted and advertised her works. Michelle's pseudonym was easy to remember, derived from her and Lizzy Xia's names: "Mizzy." It sounded youthful, yet Michelle's writing was mature and refined, creating an endearing contrast. Despite her pseudonym suggesting light-hearted content, her works were firmly rooted in drama and serious storytelling.

He publishes books, ideas and many things. This shock the publishing companies all over the world. What shocked them that the pen name he used is very interesting and captivating. "Tycoon" All of his works were posted in different parts of the world. He was known as the biggest mystery. No one knew where he is, who he is! Luis Park changed his past. He did everything from his childhood days up to now. He painstakingly did it all by himself. A 13-year-old made it to the top. Of course, to secretly make more money he used fake names and addresses to make himself more secure and away from the eye of troubles, especially to media reports.

Dean blurted. “I told you I’m a writer and I’ve done well with my novels.” Aeden said again. “But I googled you and nothing came up. So how is that possible?” Dean insisted. “It’s called a Pen Name. You couldn’t find me because I don’t write under my name. Why does it matter anyway?” Aeden explained and demanded. “I’m just trying to fit you with your Estate and your job and school. Are you ok?” Dean asked. “Not really, I don’t understand why you need to even “fit” things together. What the hell?” Aeden said in exasperation.

He read it in the living room, his expression growing increasingly grim. “This is good,” he said finally. “It’s calm. It’s factual. And it makes Carson Pryce look like a sociopath with a PowerPoint.” He looked up. “You’re not going to publish this under your own name, are you?” “A pseudonym,” I said. “‘Maritime Observer.’ Let the facts speak. My name would just make it about my past, not his present.” He nodded approvingly. “Smart. A ghost in the machine.”

“The company announced a fan meeting for you.” “What?” I said, shocked. “You know I don’t show up for events. That was part of my contract.” “I know,” he replied quickly, “but I didn’t know they’d do this. It’s already been announced. They want you there.” “No,” I said firmly. “Tell them I’m sick. Make up something. You know I can’t attend.” I wrote my books under a pen name that was a reverse of the name I used in the past. Some stories were inspired by my own life, even with characters based on Nathaniel and Duncan. If Nathaniel or anyone else recognized the connections, it would ruin everything.

"But I would like to make it a real book, like those that you read. I know it doesn't focus on ideas or theories or research but it is really a significant book. I would like you to help me." "It's alright. I've read of humans who write stories about people's life, lessons and events. They call them authors or writers there and they have had an influence on people's lives. I think that is a great sense of creativity. You see, not everyone is capable of writing a book." So if I write a book, then I am an author? That was interesting! And my book would carry my name on its cover too. I didn't think it was that easy. "I would contact someone for you, love. I'm sure it'll do well."