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She yearned for something fresh, a challenge, lest life become too mundane. Michelle clicked on the chat window of the new potential client, quickly typing out her current rates for her writing services. Michelle: Hi there! Here are my recent fee standards. For ghostwriting, I only accept one-off assignments. BaldButNotStronger: Okay, got it. BaldButNotStronger: Do you accept world-building drafts? Michelle glanced at the user's profile. He had added her two months ago. Two months back... She remembered. A wealthy client of hers had recommended someone to add her. It was likely this person was a friend of that affluent client.

and I volunteered before they could suggest I move back home instead. That had been the deal. Stay in the cabin, Elowen. Just until you figure things out. Two years later, I was still figuring. The freelance writing paid the bills — barely. Content work, mostly. Blog posts for companies that sold things I'd never buy, product descriptions that made cheap crap sound revolutionary, the occasional ghostwritten article for someone too important to write their own words. It wasn't glamorous. It wasn't what I'd imagined when I graduated with a creative writing degree and dreams of novels and bylines and meaning.

" I answered. Emily lightened up immediately she saw the chocolate, taking it, she quickly opened it and started eating it. I smiled, I never understood Emily’s love for chocolate. “I did something today.” I began, unconsciously fidgeting with my fingers. “What’s that?” Emily asked. “Remember the company I always spoke about in college, the tough one with very slim chances to get in?” “D. M. Corps. Ltd.? “Yes” “What about it? I took a deep breath before continuing “I stumbled upon a content writing job opportunity on I*******m, there’s a vacancy in the company and I sent in my application.”

Back to work, she faced the director and said seriously, "Director, I don't know why you hired me, but I hope it's because you recognize my achievements and efforts, so you've chosen me to be part of your company!" "Miss Everhart, I won't let personal matters affect business! You've also come into contact with some of Extraordinary's artists. When they go out, there are always many negative news stories about them. That's because our own writers in this field are not strong enough, so we have to rely on others. Among these ghostwriters, the one who writes the most reliable and fair reports is from your former company!" He paused, leaving the unsaid part unspoken. Valeria understood. Her tale

I exhale loudly and take the donut out before walking out of the kitchen. "One medium-sized espresso and donut for Misty!" The barista next to me rang the bell after I passed the donut to her. I never imagined myself working here at Moonbucks. I didn't have to work, because I still had my savings from the writing gigs I used to do in high school. You'd be surprised how much desperate teens are willing to pay for essays, assignments, and even ghostwriting jobs. I was the guy for the job back then. My side hustle was low-key, mainly the fact that I was unpopular and a loner, I just left the advertisements for the people who had experienced my work to spread their testimonies around school. Tha

They went to celebrate and only called it a night because Ayra had to be at work the next day. Ayra's smile faded into the dark when she saw Devin's car parked in front of the house. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of him being inside. What would they say to each other if they ever saw? Before she could take hold of the doorknob, her phone beeped. Twice. She wasn’t expecting to see anything tangible, but when she did, her earlier nervousness dissipated. It was a remote job she had applied for as a ghostwriter. They had emailed to inform her that she had been accepted to be part of their team. This was something that she had been working on for months and it came right after she had g

He looked down at her lovingly and smiled. "I almost forgot, thank you sweet pea," he pecked her lips and turned to Samantha. "I've been meaning to talk to you," "Me?" "Yes. I've worked for the West Ink Publishers and...they fired me," Darren said. "For obvious reasons. I used to do voiceovers, you know, for Audiobooks," Samantha nodded, listening. "I submitted three of my books to them and they rejected them because of explicit content." Samantha hummed, deep in thought.

“I’m done having lunch with Mr. Anonymous. You want to tell me something? Say it now. Over the phone. Like normal people.” There was a pause on the line—short, but heavy. Then, quietly: “I’m a writer.” I blinked. “A writer,” I repeated slowly, more to myself than to him. “As in... books?” “No,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice, even though he sounded nervous. “Well—sometimes. But mostly I write stories for brands. People. Companies. I help them find their voice. Sometimes under my name. Sometimes not. Depends.”

“What do you do?” “Me? Oh.” I wrapped my fingers around the stem of my wine glass. Fuckfuckfuck. “I’m all dot com. Design—websites, graphics, book covers, and the like.” “Oooh, really?” The darker blonde—was it Abby?—asked. “Anything we’d know?” “Oh, no. Nothing big. Mostly for self-published authors. There’s a big market there right now.” “Oh, that’s lovely. I don’t have much time to read these days.”

Jenna cleared her throat, "I'm an author, well quite famous among limited circles," Jenna replied gracefully as if she was really famous. Adam frowned, "What kind of author? Limited circle? Do you write books on political economy or something?" Jenna chuckled, "I'm an online platform novelist! Huh, I'm quite famous!" Adam suddenly seemed to have an idea. "So you can pretend to be a famous Ghostwriter in America or England or whatever! So my mother won't be able to find your name. Ghostwriter won't leave any traces,"