Famous Blog Writers Novels & Stories

he said. She threw a chip at him. "That's not how you treat a celebrity. Especially one who just helped you." "Celebrity?" Matteo caught the chip and tossed it in his mouth. "I paid you. I bought you a car. You're an anonymous blogger, Nadia, not a celebrity." "You're mean." She turned the laptop toward him. The screen showed the blog post… the comments, the shares, the views. Numbers that made even Matteo raise his eyebrows.

This is just writer’s block, right? I mean, surely there was something about last night’s date with Gabe that went terribly. There must be something for me to write about... I sat in my office chair, staring at the blank screen of the word processing program in front of me. I had been gazing at it for half an hour, trying to brainstorm what to write for the upcoming blog post. The problem, though, was that I ran a website that people visited to hear about my bad dates, not the good ones. There wasn’t anything interesting about a good date, or at least anything that my current readers would want to hear. They wanted the ridiculous details. They wanted the men who didn’t pay for dinner and the

@GhostReader_77: “Honestly this blog is getting addictive. Post again soon. There’s something haunting about the way you write.” @WhispersFromTheCloset: “He brought his mistress into your house?? My God. Please post more. This blog is healing women everywhere.” @BabyGirlLuxxx: “Girl you’re brave but this feels like attention-seeking. If it’s really that bad, why are you still there?” What? “Attention seeking?” I whispered in disbelief, my stomach churning and folding into knots as I read even more. @CynicalCherry: “Is this real? I had thought this was like fiction. Or maybe rich people’s problems are just another genre now.”

Although in the past Harry didn’t get a bit popular, he's still able to make his way through and find roles in order to feed himself. But right now, it’s right to say that Harry is completely doomed, and his days in the entertainment industry have already ended. The blog page named Actors’ Chasing Clout is a fan’s trusted blog owned by a female blogger who quit being a star after a series of incidents. This blogger is known to only post the truth and real life of stars in the entertainment industry. When other pages post fancy and envious lives of actors, this blog always posts deep or good secrets that are not known to fans.

I stared at the picture wondering who could be responsible for this. I read through the lines of one of the articles and I was seething with anger. How dare these blog writers formulate lies about me? Do they even know me? It was more annoying that these blogs were getting a lot of attention garnering over three million reads and thousands of comments. The comments! I wouldn't even dare go there.

I said casually. " Alright. See you tomorrow," she ended the call. The next moment, I opened WordPress. One thing I have forgotten to say is that Iam a quite famous blogger. I write blogs about my personal life a lot and people support me from all around the world. I posted a blog about my weird feelings about this new high school. My instincts telling me that something different and bad is going to happen. Can I believe it? Whatever happens, this is where Iam going to stay. Whether I like it or not?

She placed the folded towel, then picked up another. “They are saying that the stocks are crashing, and the investors are bailing out every hour…” she heaved, then stared at Elise. “Some of those rubbish bloggers are dragging you into it.” Elise’s eyes widened. “Me?” “Yes, Ma’am. I was so annoyed when I saw it. One of those vile bloggers said you are his bad luck. Can you imagine? The nerve that they have to be peddling such rubbish. I wonder why their accounts are not banned.” She shook her head, then sighed. “I hate how they twist everything just to make their stories sell.”

My impatience grew with the passing second wanting him to reveal the name already. My wolf rejoiced on the possible damage we would do to the human or wolf that believed he could cross us. I could feel him pacing in my head from impatience. One thing I and my wolf had in common. “Now we haven't established the fact that they’re responsible but we are eighty percent sure,” he said in a ‘note’ tone. He took his phone and put one of the numerous bloggers targeted towards us. They were inflow, multiple of them and every single one of them had contributed to the downfall of our income.

But I shocked her and a host of others when I bought D'Writers. D'Writers was a popular online social platform for writers and readers. I'd long thought of acquiring it in memory of my father. My dad was an avid reader and lover of classic novels. He'd told me one day that he would've loved to author a book if he wasn't tied down by the burdensome responsibilities of Donovan Group.

I jumped from my chair and danced round my room joyfully. "Ezra, you're smart. You are such a smart werewolf." I praised and sat down again. This time, I was prepared to do my research first. Were they people that loved hockey and would read blog posts on the sports? On the screen was a high surge in data. Indeed, there were people and even though there weren't many blog posts coming from Caldenmoor, most of the trending posts revolved around gists and gossip of players' lives. Hell, there were a few blog posts about me! Geez.