Enderman Writing Novels & Stories

Alpha Aidan explained as Archer and I joined the group of people huddled around the desk, whilst Darren hurriedly flipped through. “Here it is! The Tale of The Flesh Eaters, written by Arthur Bartley. It is said that Arthur saw these creatures one day which inspired the book.” Darren explained with a smile standing back so we all could see the story he was very proud to find, I mean this was only further validating the claims he’s been making.

I slammed the blank page onto the desk and I wrote three words in a jagged, violet script. **[I AM REAL.]** The room began to shake. The mahogany desk started to pixelate into grey dust. The Writer didn't scream; he just watched me with a look of profound, terrifying curiosity. "Careful, Elara," he whispered as the walls began to dissolve into white light. "If you write yourself into the 'Actual Real', there’s no 'Undo' button. If you die there... you stay dead." "Good," I roared. "That's how life is supposed to work!"

Ermanno replied, his voice carrying a tinge of distaste. "How so?" Celine pressed, curious to understand his reasoning. Ermanno, his expression unchanging, explained, "People who write or read romance seem to be in another level of delusion. They believe in a perfect world where everyone gets their happy ending, and that's just not realistic for me." Celine, a smile playing on her lips, offered a playful retort. "Well, that's a bit offensive to all those romantic bookworms out there! But seriously, I love reading as a form of escape from my sometimes-cruel reality."

It was not her uncles or her brother and certainly not her. “Can mother please ask him on our behalf?” Emani asked walking up to Cassandra and hugging her so tight. “I could but I need something from Emani. Cassandra struck a bargain and her daughter took a seat so eager to hear from her mother. “I hope it is something I can do. Cassandra wanted so much to laugh but chose to hold it back. Unlike Kemi, who has a poker face almost all the daytime and only smiles with very few people, Emani is a joker and a gamer.

com To:Heidi@circlesports.com From: Dani@HermanBrown.com Subject: Re, re, re: Miscellaneous I knew it! Emma– will you break this to Drew? While you’re at it, ask him to remove his hands from his groin. He has been rummaging there for half an hour and has completely put me off my prawn sandwich. D x

Thank you so much for reading 'Death Among The Dandelions!' This is my first ever original novel that I've written. I've really enjoyed writing this, hopefully, you enjoyed reading this! This is also my first ever book on Goodnovel. Thank you for reading to the end. Credits go to my best friend Lily for creating the amazing front cover! She's an amazing writer too, go support her on Wattpad! Her account is @lilypadsxfrogs.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

Lanks concluded “I wish I had that written down” Edna said with frustration. “Don’t worry Miss Holmes, just prepare for the worst and think about Mr. Lumberton and Haligan” Lanks said with a pat on her shoulder. They both carried their bodies back to the camp with the help of the other werewolves and vampires, and Mr. Lancaster and Edna went in a room with just the corpses of Marcus and Derek. They got candles and a book Mr. Lancaster came with and started saying some incantations and spells until the candles got lit by themselves and a portal opened.

But they didn’t hit bottom. They landed on a soft, glowing surface—a giant open book, appearing out of nowhere. Near the edge sat a young man in a t-shirt and jeans, a pencil behind his ear. He looked like any student. “Nice catch,” said the young man, smiling kindly. Maya helped Julian up and held the iron key, ready to fight. “Who are you? Are you an Editor?” “Me? No,” the kid laughed, standing up. “I’m the Ghostwriter. The Author hired me when she was too tired to finish your story. I’ve been keeping you alive while the Board tried to delete everything.”

I started returning to my apartment by saying goodbyes to my friends. I went to my apartment freshen up a bit, opened my laptop to do search for some more jobs in a writing position probably. While I'm opening a browser I got an email notification from Hamilton enterprises. I thought that it's as usual a rejection letter. But when I'm opened it, it says that I'm selected for the content writer internship for that company for 6months duration.