Flipped Author Novels & Stories

"Hello, Master. You are successfully bound to the score-swapping system. Whose grades would you like to swap yours with?" "Melissa Bolton, my elder sister's!" "Which grades would you like to swap your scores with?" "The upcoming SATs!" … I wasn't surprised when I heard my sister, Melinda Bolton, asking to swap her scores with mine when I walked past her bedroom door that day. In fact, she seemed very smug and pleased after knowing that she could exchange her scores for mine instead.

searing my hand, and I turned it toward my own chest. "A Banker knows that a clean ledger is a lie," I told the Editor, my eyes locking onto his wooden-star gaze. "The only true value is in the Correction." I didn't try to erase the Editor. I used the bone pen to write a new law, not on the tree, but on my own skin, right over the wooden ring on my finger: 4. The Author is a participant, not a judge. The effect was instantaneous. The bone pen shattered. The schoolhouse walls exploded into a thousand butterflies of yellowed paper. The Editor let out a sound like a spine snapping, his parchment skin tearing as the "Authority" was returned to the characters.

he asked, turning to face Stewart. Congratulations!" Stewart merely grinned. You're actually mistaken, Professor Mack. This new outcome wasn't my project; hence, I'm not the principal author. I only assisted with a few small details. "You only helped with minor details?" The author list remained visible on the student's phone screen. Leaning closer, he saw that Stewart wasn't the original author. Ross was the name of that person.

She collapsed onto the floor, her hair disheveled, wailing loudly without the slightest concern for how she looked. “I did it all for this family! Was it wrong for me to try to save money? Are you trying to drive me to my death?” I walked over to her and slowly crouched down. “Mom, do you know why I dared to flip the table today?” I said softly. She lifted her head in confusion, her tear-filled eyes staring at me. From the pocket of my pants, I slowly pulled out a folded sheet of paper. Under the watchful gaze of everyone in the room, I carefully unfolded it.

All of that. You can get to it through my i***a. Of course, the same username. However, I know not everyone has a social account. So I use a new place called sub - stack (all one word). You can search my username or 'Flip The Page'. You don't need an account read about 90 percent of the content I put out there. So if it interests you learning a little more about the characters or how I write. Upcoming projects. Free chapters. Sneak peaks. That is where you can find all that.

Emeron's daughter for a long time without receiving recognition. It's just that this change cannot be confirmed, because nothing has changed yet until the incident that.Mr. Flip was hoping for actually became a terrifying sight in the eyes of the investors and billionaires in the room to witness a major event, so that he could disrupt all of Charles plans not to step up as chief commissioner.Mr. Flip will walk on the grass of heaven without dirtying his feet with anything disgusting. "Have fun, Stupid Girl! Your life will be finished today!"Mr. Flip said, hissing sarcastically.

She said, before leaving my office. ** The only being I wanted to be around was Flippy. Flippy was quiet. Flippy didn't make me feel like a terrible person. Sure, he did judge me with his eyes, but because I was doing terrible things, not because I disagreed with his actions. Flippy didn't ask a bunch of questions. He just swam around, stared at me, or sat on his rock. The only good thing going for me right now was Patrick. His story was inspiring people all over the world to accept their sexuality. Garret, of course, was being terribly hated by the public still at this point, but it didn't matter anymore, because I knew Garret had a plan.

He still doesn’t turn around. When she realizes he won’t be replying back she leaves, giving me one last side eye glare. He turns around finally and sees me waving my hand in front of my face trying to get her strong perfume away from me. He holds back a laugh, “I’m guessing the Alpha title comes with a lot of fans,” I say walking over to the table to grab my contract. “The title definitely comes with a lot. Not all of which is wanted,” he sighs and grabs one of the bags and a shoe box and hands them to me. “You can change over there,” he points to the corner that has those fabric moving walls like the hospitals do. “Excuse me? Change? Why am I changing?” I ask him clearly confused. He lifts

, she beams, "I started a fan page for you filled with supporters of your cause" "My-My cause?", my expression screams confused, "It was just my imagination. I don't even know how I would go about switching the instincts of men and women in society. It was just a creative assignment", I repeat and she looks confused now, "I mean who would even be open to changing their chemical instincts. I should have never written that post".

I explained as I ruffled my back hair. “What happened?” Ben asked as I collected the cake and dropped it on the table. “Well, for starters, I got assigned to my very first author.” I narrated. “I thought you don’t get an author until after four months of training?” Ben asked, and I breathed out. “Well, it seemed the reason I got the job was to serve as a permanent replacement for another editor.” “Then what seems to be the problem?” “My author hates many things, including gays, lesbians, all omegas, mostly males, and anything out of the ordinary. I’m three of a kind.” I said with a breath of frustration as Ben placed his arms on my shoulders.