Fanfic Writer Novels & Stories

"No that's not what I meant and you know it. You wouldn't fall in love with him for his money, but you are so into your career. How will he feel about that?" "I'll still be able to write, but I think the writing I do will change. I thought I might give fiction a shot. Urban fantasy is very big right now. I thought I'd give vampires and werewolves a try." Amy thought Brian would choke on his food. "You've got to be kidding me; you would write that junk?" "That 'junk' as you call it sells really well and also, I read that junk. I'm not sure exactly what I'll write and plan to take a while to decide. I'll never stop writing, so I need to find a subject that holds my interest."

I said after logging in to a user account for the application. "What?" He asked, perplexed. "I'm a writer. Under the pen name Wallflower, I create fantastical romance stories. I don't have many followers, but I prefer to write for my personal interest," I said, opening my author centre. "I've now completed four novels. I'm also currently working on 'The Monster and the Flower.' I need to finish this novel by the end of the month, but I don't think I can right now. I was about to put it on hiatus until you offered to help."

"And I backed off, but I didn't leave completely." Emma wrapped her arms around herself, resting her hands on her shoulders. "So you saw us." "I've seen a lot, Emma." She shook her head. "You haven't written about it." "I was about to," he said, glancing at her. "I had an article all ready to post on the blog about you, about your lifestyle, about that spa you and your friend, Jennifer Paulson, have been going to." "Why didn't you?" "Because I got this text. And then I got another."

The maids took care of cleaning the house and also preparing food. Most of my time was spent in the library, and it was a big library with varieties of books. It was the only thing I missed in the house. After reading lots of books, I decided to start writing mine one day. I wrote a lot of fan fiction for books I didn't like the ending and I also change the life of characters that I think deserved better. From writing fan fiction, I switched to writing original stories but none of the family knew about this. I was supposed to be invisible but if they found out I was writing or doing anything productive, I would be punished.

“Yes. I’m studying Literature. I always love to read. It’s during high school that I decided to become a writer.” “Are you going to write about us?” I asked, curious. The Alpha will surely not allow her. She pauses, suddenly remembering something. “I haven’t thought of that but you’re giving me an idea.” “Just a heads up, little Rin. I won’t tolerate you spreading information about our kind. The hunters are already up our asses.” I prowled towards her, stopping to her side, facing her in warning. “I do creative writing, Julian. And a lot of novel writers are already writing fantasies, including your kind, and people don’t believe you exist. I don’t believe you exist, not until your Alpha kid

Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews. Most of his stories were about older women with guys his age and Miss Linda had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of his female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as his favorite teacher. Yes Miss Linda had been the nasty little cougar in his mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, he had even joined her writing discussion group. While the other half dozen students sat and discussed their stories and other

Michelle Xia: Can we have dinner together after you finish work? fafa: ? fafa: Michelle, can't you focus on writing? What do you think about all day? Michelle Xia: "......" Alright, Michelle felt it. The current fafa was not the same fafa anymore, but her responsible editor, Alyssa. However, thinking of all the things Alyssa had done for her, Michelle felt deeply moved. Since she couldn't thank her in person, all she could do was to work hard on her writing. Michelle Xia wrote consistently over the years and had a decent creative efficiency, swiftly publishing her new piece.

Better, that is what I have been craving for. I walk straight to my desk, sit down and open my laptop. The screen glows softly in the darkness as my writer's author page appears. A. This is my real world. A place where I can finally be myself and I don’t have to deal with him. This is also my little secret no one knows about. I'm a fictional story writer. My fingers move fast over the keyboard. Tonight’s chapter came out harsher than usual. I intentionally make the man who thinks he is perfect in my story lose everything all of the sudden without any good for it because it makes me remember someone I don't want to. Piece by piece, I destroyed him harder than I originally intended.

Last, but very much not least, to SM for writing a beautiful love story that helped me find the passion in life I was missing, and the fandom for bringing me friends, family, and the courage to spread my wings. Words can never express my gratitude and love to you all.

About the Author Nethaniah Miesha (Author's pen name) is an eighteen year old college student who's been fond of written literature and novels since her childhood. Even though she's been a fan of writing stories, she couldn't find the motivation to finish a story until 'What is Love?'. She believes that her writing has a purpose and that she's writing for a reason.