Fanfic Writing Novels & Stories

she muttered softly, then looked at the waiter who bowed his body politely after taking her order and walked away. Deen opened her laptop and started writing, but it wasn't until a few seconds later that she sighed. The novel she wrote is a romance between two human children who love each other. Deen used to be very fluent in writing romance novels, words would flow easily from her fingers, forming a series of letters that lulled the readers. However, now, every time she would write a love story, her heart scoffed at herself. Memories of Cliff invade her mind, leaving her fingers stiff and unable to type any romantic tales. It turns out that writing is influenced by the heart. When the autho

Hehe, I'm sure some of you thinks she's just a cranky old lady, but she is one of my favorite additions to the cast and kind of my own way to vent against certain aspects of my own characters, lmao. In other words, she allows me to whine on Jace and I love it. • Why the short chapters? When I first started writing back in 2018, I use to make MEGA long chapters and I mean, INSANELY long! My first book, Laws of the Pack, had an average of around 5000 words per chapter which lead me to have very frequent writer blocks since I had to constantly think of extra text or out of no where context to fill up the gaps. And let's all agree on something; my English isn't very rich so my writing is very pl

I am grateful. To everyone who has ever inserted a clause. You know who you are. I hope it worked. To J., who said on the day I finished the first draft: the dedication should be for the people who inserted the clause. That is the dedication. Thank you for reading my mind. The building is forever. Both things are true. About the Author Clare Felix writes MM Romance and BL fiction about men who are complicated in specific and recognisable ways, and about the people who love them anyway.

Your feedback not only helps me grow as a writer but also keeps me company during those long, solitary hours when it’s just me, my coffee, and my characters emotionally ruining each other. Thank you again for being here. I can’t wait to share more of this journey with you. ‿‿̩͙‿‿̩͙☠︎︎‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ With all my love, Jane Doe Writings. X O X O 💖

Pam fumbled in the kitchen cabinet for a clean glass. The apartment was getting out of control. What had Fiana been doing the whole time she was gone? That was a silly question. She was drinking, of course. All Fiana seemed to be doing these days was drinking. She reminisced about the early days when she and Fiana met. Fiana rarely touched a drink back then. She was a freelance writer for some of the top papers and magazines on the country; running all over the world to get the greatest and best stories.

Mindy said, "First, web novels are usually really long, often over a million words. Second, genres like urban romance and rich-guy dramas aren't my specialty. How am I supposed to write those? "Isn't the trouble with 'The Green Fruit' enough of a lesson? You told me to change what I was doing, but look what happened." "The Green Fruit" was Mindy's young adult novel that got a lot of criticism. Edith's expression softened as she spoke, "I know that novel hurt your reputation and that you've had a tough time since, even leaving online platforms…" "Yes, and if you know I left online platforms, why are you still asking me to write those romance novels?"

Hearing the whiny voice in his ear stole away the peace of the therapy. He was at a loss for words… The right words he could use to communicate to this writer that has been on his neck, that he couldn’t find it in him to continue with the horrible fanfic tale she’d submitted on his desk. For editing. He’d tried a few pages, the first few. And the more he’d flipped, the more it seemed like he was losing his creative touch. He was scared for himself. His brain. His fucking IQ. He massaged the space between his brows, letting out another sigh. “Listen, Jenny, there’s no way in the world of creative writing, that you could write manhwa characters like that.”

Angelica agreed to her. She frowned when they said they would not allow her to go home without a dress to wear. While eating, they talked about their work. "I prefer my genre now, but I have a little problem. I'm having a bit of a hard time writing right now. I don’t know. Maybe because I don't have any experience yet? But I enjoyed writing erotica.” Felice groaned at them while chewing on her burger. “Why don't you read erotic novels? You know, you will not copy others’ work. You will just get some ideas,” Angelica suggested.

He added, and I hated how clear his explanations were. Fran shot me a disgusted look, and the only thing I loved about my time wasting at that moment, was that I actually got to write the truth of what happened. Fran also had to, else she'd be in trouble. ~ I wrote as fast as I could, elongating my words, and making sure they were what I remembered from the fight. But really, it was wickedness because what had happened was not even enough to fill the pages with the handwriting size he had approved of.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. 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.