Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Writer

Leah happily called when she saw her mother. "Yeah." Her mother replied. Her father also joined them. Her brother, Lance. Sister, Anna Su. And the two naughty nieces, Leo and Lector was already a big and handsome teen. And they eat happily ever after. But for him... Juarez... He was happily living on his own also. However, he can't change what he had done in his life. "Maybe I need to rewrite this story again." “The end." Author: I am so sorry. I think I'm not really into writing romance. I'm confused about whether I should be a writer or not. I can't... Maybe this isn't my will and passion. Thank you Goodnovel!

About the Author A college girl living in Bulacan, Philippines, who enjoys writing fictional stories ever since she was young. Anne Cunanan is a starting author who likes to write during her free time although she barely has any. She usually publishes her stories on Wattpad, but she also has a lot of stories that she keeps in private. She writes as a hobby because this is something she enjoys, not for fame nor fortune. Although her stories are not that well known, she hopes that those who have read them were inspired to write and dream. She likes to create characters that are relatable for people so that they can easily place themselves in the characters' shoes and pretend as if they are a

One from a story about a guy I had never even talked to but had seen at a party once. The comments were split. Some people defending the quality of the writing. Others condemning me for writing sexual content as a minor. "This is actually good writing," one comment read. "Problematic subject matter but undeniably skilled prose." "She is SEVENTEEN," another comment responded. "This is not okay regardless of how well written it is." "Plenty of teenage girls write fanfiction like this," someone else argued. "She just had the bad luck of having hers leaked." "Fanfiction about fictional characters is different than writing about real people at your school," another person countered. "That crosses

“We have 4 full-time writers, but the demand has multiplied this past year, and we are looking for another writer who is capable of creating engaging stories. This includes real-life articles as well. Fable magazine doesn’t just do fiction, fantasy, and nonfiction stories, we also do gossip news reports as well and we thrive for accuracy.” I nodded as I took it all in. “You don’t have to worry about my personal home life. When I’m here… I’m all in. I’ve enjoyed writing for the online magazine this past year and I would love to work for the franchise.” She took me in for a moment, studying me with her eyes. Her face was hard to read and just when I thought she was going to dismiss me, she gra

The absurd thought that she might have somehow slipped into her own story filled her mind, leading her to question everything she thought she knew about her reality. In her own universe, Michelle was a ghostwriter, known for emulating other authors' styles. Gifted in the art of imitation, her ability to emulate any author's style earned her a reputation. Consequently, many online writers who found themselves at an impasse, but didn't wish to abandon their stories, sought her expertise.

It'll involve the wedding, coronation, and how everyone else's lives are going. I can't believe I finished this story. I almost don't know what to do with myself. It feels great to know that I've accomplished such a task, but it also saddens me to know that I'm leaving it behind. The journey that I've created for the beloved VA characters has been amazing, despite all the alterations and writer's block that got in the way. As my first fanfic, this story will definitely be close to my heart (especially since it took over three years). Writing this will truly be something I'll never forget.

“It’s for my job. I have a few projects coming up. I'm just jotting down some notes.” “And what do you do?” he inquired. “I’m a writer.” “What do you write?” I paused, staring at him for a moment, tapping my fingers on the leather seat. Realizing this conversation was inevitable, I decided to just get through it. “I write novels.” “About what?” "About Fae folk and other magical creatures… They are fantasy books.” I could consider them my history books, but that was left unsaid. "Are your books any good?" he inquired, shifting his gaze towards me. His lips were twisted, like he didn’t believe a word I was saying.

“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

The ideas for my new book kept flowing in rapidly, and I typed in each words, conveying the emotions of my characters. Yes, I wrote fictional stories, although I was yet to publish any, no one had even ever read my works before, except my mom who of course, didn't believe in my vision. She said fictional stories were basically a collection of p**n and I should delve into something else, preferably fashion and design. I, however begged to differ. I loved writing, it was the only perfect and stable constant in my life. 'I love my husband, but he doesn't satisfy me sexually. He doesn't last and can't get me off.'

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.