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Slowly, she stepped back, but the bus just waited, its entrance gaping open like a whale ready to swallow her whole. Willa wasn’t stupid. She knew danger when she saw it. “Hey…” she screamed, but nothing came out. Her voice didn’t go beyond her ears. At only twenty-one, she had become the most sought-after ghostwriter in the country. Platforms like Ellalux, Febnovel, and even the mighty master of webnovels, Koodnovel, had sought her services. Known as the horror-story specialist, she crafted dignified deaths, haunted struggles, and glorified survivals.

“Does it scare you?” Mala wrapped an arm around me. “I’ve been worrying since you stopped talking about shopping secondhand books and started talking spreadsheets and stock returns.” I sat taller at that. “Yeah, I’m scared that I traded in my pen for a paycheck, and forgot how to fight with words.” She let me sit in that, then she said “He didn’t just rewrite your memoir babe, he’s drafting your life, and ghostwriters don’t keep their names.” I inhaled. “But I agreed to it.”

“I’ve been looking for one.” I took in the length of her from top to bottom while she tried not to smile. “Of course, you go to the gym.” “It’s better than sitting at home and brainstorming ideas that don’t come.” “You said you’re a writer?” She shook her head vigorously. “Oh, I’m not a published one. I just scribble. I’m a ghostwriter.” “What’s a ghostwriter?” “Someone who writes for other people without a copyright.” “So, in short, your hard work and someone else’s name?” She bobbed and my eyes widened. “I would kill if someone took credit for my work.”

"My boss, Dawn-she has a friend who needed a ghostwriter. Dawn thinks I'll be perfect for it." "A ghostwriter?" Apparently I'd been reduced to simply repeating words now. "Yeah." Quinn tilted her head. "You know ...this guy wants to write a book, but he needs help. He has the story, but he needs someone to make it happen. Organize it, polish it ...make sure it flows. That's what I'm going to do." "Oh." I braced a hand against the wall, surprised to see I was still holding the crumpled chip bags. "He's a football player, actually." Quinn glanced up at me through her lashes, as though she wasn't sure how I was going to take this news.

At this rate, she was bound to go mad. She needed to get that divorce finalized as soon as possible. Then, she needed to figure out who she was. That was the only way to get rid of those leeches. After a moment of silence, she asked curiously, "What are you writing, Sienna?" "A part-time job. I'm ghostwriting for some extra income so we can pay off your debt sooner." She lifted her gaze toward her screen and saw walls of text. "What's a ghostwriter?" "I help people write novels. I just got a completely crappy book. It's hastily put together, but as long as I type fast enough, I'll be able to earn more."

Chapter 21: The Unwritten Horizon The morning sun over the East River brought a calm that Elena still wasn't entirely used to. For over fifteen years her mornings had been controlled by deadlines the pressure of ghostwriting and the demands of platforms. Now the only rhythm she followed was the sound of her fingers on the keyboard. There was no editor waiting in her inbox no platform rep tracking her word count and no looming disaster waiting to threaten her livelihood. There was the sound of the river the hum of the city and the vastness of a blank screen that belonged to her.

Chapter 100(whew!!!) The Author's Yap If you've made it here... Hi. First of all, thank you. Seriously, thank you. This is my very first completed novel, and I honestly don't know how to explain what this journey has been like. Before writing this book, I worked as a ghostwriter. My job was simple in comparison. I was given outlines, chapter breakdowns, character directions, and all I had to do was bring someone else's vision to life. It wasn't easy, but there was always a map.

I said. “His words are in this book,” Matt said, tapping the corner of the page I was on. “Many people hire ghostwriters to write their memoirs, but this is all dad. For months, he dedicated himself fully to what’s in these pages. He wanted to make sure everything was right.” Good. Then maybe my answers were within. “If you have questions…” Suddenly he looked down and then away. Clearing his throat, he continued, “Questions that aren’t answered in the book. I’d be happy to do my best to answer them.”

“Dior?!” He chuckled. “That was hella big, right?” “Super!” I smiled while looking afar. “She is quite living her dreams now. I badly want to finish my studies now so I can earn and travel.” “By the way,” Rael started. “I contacted a writing agency from Singapore.” What he said caught my attention. “They are scouting Authors who can write on their platform, well, earn of course.” I blink my eyes, looking at him. “You might want to pass your manuscript? Who knows fi they will offer a contract. They are also into adaptations for movies and audiobooks, it’s your dream, right?”