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Then she added, lighter, “And Aria… when you’re ready to stop hiding behind Wren Ashby, just tell me. The world is going to lose its mind when they find out it’s you.” I smiled. “Soon. I think I’m ready.” After the call, I sat at the table and sent the chapters before I could overthink it. Eight chapters. My biggest yet. All written in the quiet hours after Mason slept. All pulled out of fear, love, pain… and something softer I couldn’t name yet. “You’re smiling at your laptop,” Harper said, sitting across from me. “I sent Claire chapters.” “Good ones?” “I think so. They feel different. More honest.”

After an exhausting night at the hospital watching the unshakable devotion of Drey’s parents as they hovered over him with visible anguish, I felt something in me quietly fracture. I slipped away to the restroom and allowed myself a rare moment of weakness, weeping in silence where no one could witness it. When I finally left for home, my mind felt distant and clouded, as though I had momentarily forgotten the existence of my arrogant, persistently intrusive, and unsettlingly obsessed roommate. Only when I stepped into the apartment did it hit me again , this wasn’t an escape. I walked through the door still smelling like antiseptic and hospital sheets, my head pounding from the whole mess w

At least, if it were a novel, it wouldn't be about me; it's about my annoying roommate. It all started four months ago when I was having a meeting with my editor at the publishing company. It was supposed to be just like any other regular meeting I had with him, discussing what to write next. While waiting for him, I found myself in the office lounge where employees were taking their coffee breaks. They offered me something to drink, but I politely declined. I decided to utilize the time to continue writing my ongoing web novel. It had garnered quite a good number of readers, and they were eagerly anticipating the next update later today. Just as I finished writing a chapter, my editor retur

The last thing she remembered was lying on his chest, hard and warm as the slow rise and fall of it lulled her to sleep. AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thank you to my longtime readers who have been with me! I do want to remind new readers that I already have an update schedule in the story description. Also, word count determines chapter cost, 1 coin per 100 words. This means that my chapters, about 22-27 coins, are twice as long as the average chapter of other stories. I write between 7,000-11,000 words every week for this story, so this averages out to about equal to or more than other stories. It takes me 3-5 hours to write one chapter. As I cannot add more hours to my day, I will not update more often

🎉 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STEPPING INTO THIS WORLD OF VAMPIRES AND ALL THE OTHER TWISTS AND MIXTURES THAT WILL UNFOLD ALONG THE WAY. I’M A PANTSER (YES, I WRITE BY GOING WITH THE FLOW!), SO EVEN I DON’T ALWAYS KNOW EXACTLY WHERE THE STORY WILL END, BUT THAT’S WHAT MAKES THE JOURNEY EXCITING FOR BOTH OF US. STARTING THIS MONTH (YES, FROM TOMORROW!), I’LL BE UPLOADING CHAPTERS DAILY. IF YOU COME ACROSS ANYTHING YOU DON’T LIKE, OR IF YOU JUST HAVE THOUGHTS TO SHARE, PLEASE DROP A REVIEW. DON’T BE SHY, IT REALLY HELPS IMPROVE THE STORY AND MOTIVATES ME TO KEEP WRITING.

"That it becomes ordinary. That ordinary is what it was all for." I'd written it in October. The new chapter. Added to the end of the existing book like a room built onto a house that had always needed it and simply hadn't had it yet. I called it *What Remains.* --- The chapter began with Catherine. Not by design. I'd sat at the desk on a Tuesday morning intending to write about the foundation's expansion, about Isabella's practice, about Alex's building and Claudia's program and the accumulated evidence that what had been built was going to outlast everyone who had built it.

Hello my readers Fiona here and I want to extend a huge thank you to everyone who’s reading this book. But a little note for you all to consider. I am a doctor and I work long hours. Writing is sort of therapeutic for me; a way of clearing my head of all the awful things I’ve seen everyday at work. I work at one of the busiest hospitals in my city and trust me, I pray nobody sees some of the things I see. I started this book on November the first and today is the eighteenth of December where I’m at. There are already 58 chapters and I’m about to update chapter 59. The book has only been on the app for 48 days. So you guys do the math. I do give two chapters per day sometimes. I can’t believe

Any questions about the Blackthorne Pack? Once again, I do apologise for my mistake. I don't write chapters directly on the site; I use a different program to write and then copy and paste into the site at the time of upload. Sometimes in the rush to get content to you, errors slip through. I'm grateful for your patience and understanding as I continue to learn and improve my publishing process.

Yes, I know I should give more robust updates even if I plan on being fast with them because short updates make me feel like some lazy author but this week has been crazy as hell believe me and I had to get hasty with my updates so I could submit them all to Sire on Saturday like we agreed. Even if Sire is a fast typer, I can't give him so much drafts to type and update hence why I had to write two thousand words per chapter in the previous ones, making it as short but as awesome as possible, I hope. Because I did find those chapters awesome regardless of the fact that they were short which baffles me; the ability I never knew I had - to work amazingly well under pressure. I wrote it all wit

It was harder than the speeches. That was the thing I had not fully anticipated. The speeches required me to be present for an hour and then it was over and the presence could end. The book required me to sit at a desk in the kitchen in the early mornings before the children woke and return to the material day after day after day, to pick up where I left off, to carry the story open rather than being able to close it at the end of a session. I wrote the second chapter over two weeks. The third chapter took three.