Booktok Author Arrested Novels & Stories

"Look at us. Planning futures. Not waiting for Victoria to destroy them." "Feels good." "Yeah. It really does." Phone buzzed. Unknown number. We both glanced at it. I answered without fear. "Hello?" "Is this Aria Chen? This is regarding your book manuscript..." It was a publisher. Not Victoria. Never was Victoria and hasn't been in months. I was smiling when I hung up. "Book is being published in August. Right before senior year. Our story. Out in the world. And we'll be free of it."

As for Camellia, she was formally arrested overnight for incitement and financial fraud. The officer in charge of the case called me. "Ms. Blackwood, Camellia Crawford broke down in the interrogation room. She asked us to contact you. She wants to see you and beg for your mercy." "I won't see her. Follow the legal process." I hung up without hesitation. … At eight that evening, my picture book launched across all platforms. Silas told me excitedly in the studio that within just one hour, sales had already shattered industry records. My name had finally secured its place in the illustration world.

With a puzzled look on her face, Addy came over and sat down. “What’s going on, you two?” she asked. “You’ve got me worried. Did something happen with Adam and his friends? Did they get away?” Shea shook her head and said, “They were arrested at the club last night and are being held without bond while they wait for their trial.” “Then what is it?” Addy asked. Brooklyn glanced at Shea again, who nodded. Turning back toward Addy, she cleared her throat and said, “I know you’re super excited to start your new job working for Barto Luciani, but I found out something that you should know.”

"What are you doing?" "Erh. Claire. I..how are you? What are you doing so late?" She stuttered. "I should be asking you why you're coming in so late ma'am. You left us alone. We were worried about you" I said. "The Library was locked, I had to wait a bit" she responded. "I am sorry if I kept you waiting," she said. She looked into her bag and brought out two books: Beyond Pardon by Bertha Clay and The Day of The Jackal by Frederick Forsyth. "These books would make my week, I had to wait to get them" she curved a quick smile.

If he wants to play a game with me, I will do it. …………………………………………………………………. When I wore my clothes, I went to the school garden while carrying my bag. Then, I sat on the bench. After that, I took a novel in my bag entitled ‘The murderer’s perfect crime,’ its writer was Mantus Taylor. Many people around the globe read his book. I opened the book, and I read chapter twenty-seven of it. “So, you are reading my book.” I heard Mantus say to me. So, I looked at him. He is holding two sandwiches right now. He is also wearing his watch in his right arm.

I looked at the book cover again and stared at the author’s name. There was something about the name but I couldn’t wrap my mind around it or why it stood out. I quickly took out my cell phone and searched for Simona Middleton on the internet who was an author. Finally, I found a picture of her at an open book festival in California and I couldn’t believe my eyes that it was her.

“I don’t trust computers anymore—too easy to break in. But if that book is found... not just me, but you get in trouble too.” Heat rose up my neck. “What do you mean, I have to go down?” Her smile was very small. “You've forgotten how much proof connects us, haven't you? You're not perfect, Brittany. If they catch me, and if they find that book, you're in big trouble.” Before I could answer, a loud knock broke the silence. It wasn't a shy knock from a visitor or someone next door - not that I had anyone nearby who mattered. No, this knock was slow and on purpose - someone strong was letting me know they were outside.

“I write works of fiction, Cruz. This particular story is about a detective who is chasing a criminal. Agree to be on the cover of my book and I’ll talk to the officer.” “Fine.” “No. Look at the person who is livestreaming you and say it directly. I’m recording it so I’ll make a hell of a scene if you deny me later.” “Fine. Presley Brookmore, you can use a photo of me as your book cover.” “Thank you. Give the phone to the cop.” “Here, it’s Presley, she wants to talk to you.” He thought he was going to pull his hair out of his head when the cop put it on speaker.

86. Thane🎼 I woke to the craziest headline in proper fashion. I didn't believe it, or how I trained myself not to believe everything I read online or entertain every clickbait that appears on my screen, yeah, that's what I did this morning when I saw the headline. I got in my car and drove to the office. “ Erik, what's happening today?” I ask him while I walk in front of his desk. Tablet in his hands, he follows me into the office. “ Sir, Daniel Bodner was arrested last night at his home, “ Was the first thing that he said.

I wonder who took the video. I can't even focus on the new book I'm working on; I have to pass a new chapter to Jarred for revision before posting it on the site, but I can't think of anything. I'm already four days behind my deadline. Hank did a great job of killing the issue. The video was no longer on the internet, and the man who posted it got arrested, but didn't tell the police who ordered him to do it. But the issue didn't die at all; people around social media called my mom names; they even came up with their own stories regarding the love triangle of mom, dad, and Arnie. I got a lot of hate comments on the comment section of the book I'm working on.