Fanfiction Writer Novels & Stories

“ I just need to sleep it off, Mav. Have fun at the bonfire.” ​I tossed the phone face down and opened my laptop. Writing was the only thing that made me feel better. I started typing, getting lost in the world I created. ​"What are you working on?" Jessie asked after about an hour. She was sitting on her bed painting her nails a bright red. ​"Just... fiction," I said, trying to sound casual. ​"Wait, like a book? Let me see!" ​"It's nothing, really," I said, but my face was already turning red. "I post on a site called StoryVerse under a fake name. I’ve never told anyone. Not even my best friend knows about it."

Hi! My name is Paola and I'm an aspiring writer. This book was written by the 16th-year-old me. I decided to upload it here on GoodNovel to see what reactions I could get from readers. I know that the story needs to work in grammar. I wanted to put it out there because gaining readers and seeing what people think of my craft is what inspires me to keep fighting to become a successful writer. This is what I want to be doing for the rest of my life, it is my passion. So, I hope you enjoy what've done so far and any suggestions are greatly appreciated.

Raquel's POV Where do writers get their inspiration? This is the most common question I have been asked for years. I am Raquel Peterson, one of the bestselling authors of romance novels. I am not in a relationship with anyone so people are puzzled where I get my inspirations. I had my first book published when I was twenty and since then I have twelve more books published. I may have found what the readers love and I was able to create a fantasy that they all fall for. My books weren’t merely on paper but were made into movies and TV series.

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

Vincent said with chuckles. “Lol, sorry,” she apologized. “I guess that an author like me tends to feel emotional.” “You are an author?” “Yup. I write as my hobby. But I only have a few readers on my online site.” “I wanted to read your works.” “No way! That is too embarrassing!” “Why? Do you write rated +18?” “No! I only write rated 15. I could only go for a kissing scene.” “All right. Tell me which site it is and your username. I will read it.”

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Jen finally asked him what was so funny. "You guys. Not in a ha-ha way, though. You're the stuff of myths; proof that unicorns exist." Of course he had to explain it. "Most people don't know this, but I honed my craft when I was young by writing erotic stories on a couple of free sites. My editor suggested it, saying it would give me a fan base when my novels came out, and I came to enjoy it. I'm compulsive about research, so before I wrote the first word I studied the genres. There's a recurring theme that's laughed at, about a rich supermodel who falls for an average guy who'd had his heart broken by a faithless wife. Other than the faithless wife part, you guys are it. I'd write about it

The only thing Julian hasn’t controlled. And that’s probably because he doesn’t know about it, nobody does. To the world, I’m a faceless writer with the name Shortstuff002 whose words have reached thousands. My readers love my stories, waiting for each new chapter as if I hold the answers to their own heartbreaks. And maybe, just maybe their positive comments have kept me going until now. It’s ironic, really. Strangers cling to my words, yet the one man I vowed to spend my life with barely hears me at all.

❤️ ⸻ For the first time… Anger appeared on his face. ⸻ “You lied.” ⸻ The library shook. ⸻ The Writer sighed. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ “I told a story.” ⸻ The Dreamer’s fists clenched. ⸻ “You manipulated us.” ⸻ The Writer looked genuinely confused. ⸻ “Every author influences their story.” ⸻ The stars darkened. ⸻ “That’s how stories work.” ⸻ 🌙 Ilyaan Refuses

She closed her notebook immediately, giving me her full attention. "I want to write," I continued, the words gaining strength as they came out. "Fiction. Intense stories, dark worlds, romances where women like me can exist without being defined only by the pain they suffered. Characters who are more than their scars, who can use what they’ve lived as power instead of just as weight." Dr. Vance stayed quiet for a moment, and I recognized her silence — not the controlled professional one of someone formulating a therapeutically appropriate response, but the one of someone genuinely moved by something.