Can You Make Money With Wattpad Novels & Stories

Yasmin's glare burned into my back as I walked away, refusing to give her a single opportunity to strike back. … Back home, I showered and washed off the day's exhaustion. Just as I stepped out, my computer chimed with a message. It was from my editor, Mary White. "Night, amazing news! A major company wants to invest 50 million dollars to adapt your novel into a TV drama." I was stunned. I never imagined that the book I wrote on a whim—one that had unexpectedly grown into a ten-thousand-a-month side income—would now be getting a drama adaptation.

“Rubbish. Do you realize the consequences of publishing it?! Do you know what her story is about?! Nobody will take an interest to read what she writes! Nobody Owen!” “Gosh, Miss Nam.” I smiled a bit at her. “Hire readers.” I am comfortable with what I said. “We even give an opportunity for the readers to have income. So, they should read it. They might get wealthy just reading Yuki's rubbish manuscript, right Miss Nam?”

She asked, appearing to have breached his line of thought, and his brows furrowed, a thoughtful expression masking his face. He leaned in, after getting a hang of what she meant by that since he had gone through the file more than two times over the night, so it just happened to be among one of those things that lived rent-free in his head at that moment. “Yes, we get to promote your book on every app possible, including platforms, and even social media, irrespective of how much it costs us, but then, we'll be given thirty percent out of every profit you make.” “Remember, only your books and that of your writers.”

“Well, you're right about the verbs and the misspelled words, but I'm looking past that. This is good.” “Thank you.” “Did you make anything from it?” “Anything like what?” I asked. “Money.” I shook my head. “No. The site doesn’t pay. It’s free reading.” Lev tilted his head. “Have you ever thought of turning this into something real? Like a career?” The idea wasn't ridiculous, in fact, it was alluring and juicy, but I couldn't consider it. “I never thought I could,” I confessed. “It always felt like a hobby I had to grow out of. Writing they say wouldn't take you anywhere.”

Now that the book has ended, I know some of you have questions, so here we go. WILL I WRITE FREYA’S STORY? Yes, but not right now. Why? Unfortunately, my income from Goodnovel has declined since last year. That would have been manageable, except I’ve enrolled my boys in several therapies to support their development on the spectrum. The progress they’re making is incredible, and I know I can’t discontinue their treatments. So, I need to start putting my eggs in different baskets. What does that mean? I need to write a non-exclusive book and publish it on other platforms.

“If you spot any issues, feel free to edit them directly. And don’t worry, if your suggestions are incorporated, you’ll get credit.” “No need to credit me. The problems aren’t major—I can help fix them.” She didn’t turn down the offer. After all, she had some experience with writing. Back when her adoptive parents had thrown her out with nothing, she’d gone through a rough patch with no stable income. Fortunately, the novels she wrote back then brought in just enough money to get her through the toughest days. Screenplays and novels were different formats, but at their core, they shared the same fundamentals.

Seeing that it was a call from my editor, I told Lawrence, "I'll step out and take this call." I went to the balcony and answered the call. The editor excitedly informed me, "Mr. Shand, Channel 2 is interested in the fantasy novel you wrote ten years ago! They want to adapt it into a TV series and are offering five million. If you're on board, we can finalize the contract." Thrilled, I asked disbelievingly, "Is this for real?" "Of course it is!" "I have no objections. When will I get the money?" I asked again.

He asked. “You smell like flowers.” “I was at the greenhouse.” He headed to the bathroom and undressed. “Reid, can we go home tomorrow?” “We can.” She then turned to her old laptop. Then, she checked out her phone as she checked her bank account. She stopped upon seeing that she had half a million on her account. She froze as she checked out the number. She then checked her earnings from her novels as she saw that few had been made for payments. Maybe it came from there.

But thinking about that, I don’t even know what company or director would be interested in a novel by an unknown writer. I’m not famous, but my books are famous. My books have been earning thousands which helps me to provide for my daily needs. I’m writing for an online platform where there are millions of readers or users and I’m lucky to be one of the most successful writers it’s hard to get a contract so I’m trying my best to make my novels interesting and exciting but I writer’s block always hinders me from everything so I always finish my book before passing the outline to my editor. “I’ll give you details about the director that I’m close with later,” she informed me, which made me smi