Funny Writer Novels & Stories

He didn’t even call the stupid bimbo desperate. Lucian let out a dark laugh. “Getting uncomfortable all of a sudden I see,” he openly mused, having all the information he needed from that one reaction. He was right. She was in a tight corner and had no more lies so she was playing the defensive. Fine, he’d play.

I could feel a big brother vibe from him so I gradually relax and converse with him harmoniously. The second guy, George, was the comedian in the group despite being the most athletic one. Unlike his bulky body and serious face, he likes to tell jokes and include everyone in the conversation. He made me laugh the entire time. The tall guy, Wayne, was a writer. It was unexpected because he looked a bit more intimidating than George who was an athlete because of his taciturn face. But unlike his intimidating presence, he was actually gentle and attentive. I found him the most considerate among them. When I sneezed he would hand me a tissue. When I felt thirsty and my voice croaked, he would pa

Author: Hi, I'm back to writing again. I haven't written anything since weeks ago because I was sick. I am sorry about it. Just bear with me and I hope you will laugh again. See you. Please don't tell this because it is my secret. Have a happy reading and laughing. Marked by your funny author, Satou, D.

Cora shrugged. "Me? There's no way I won't need money," I joked and we laughed. I did have a job, I am a writer, and I do all the kinds of writing there is; Ghost writing, content writing, script-writing, and I write personal books, two of which were adapted into live action. Not to brag, but I am a hot cake writer, kinda famous for my works, and works that people didn't even know I wrote; either way, it was bringing me money and hence the reason why Cora would think I didn't need money. Everyone needs money, Femi Otedola does, Jeff Bezos does, Dangote does, hell even Elon Musk still needed money, so who was I not to need money because I was earning a few thousands? Not me!

"Hunter is my cousin- Okay. This was not what I expected at all- Sam, breathe. He's not coming home, okay? He has brought it to make you feel more comfortable and for you to write. He told me that you are a writer- Didn't you spin the themes too fast? - Writer of romance novels. What is your name as a writer? - His gaze seemed to be lit with gasoline. -Well ... I'm JE Secret. It's the worst name in the world, I know, but my great editor was the one who gave it to me. I just asked him not to be my real name. I mean, who's going to take you seriously if you go around saying you write erotica? Look at me.- I pointed to myself.- I'm still young. Maybe in the future, I want to dedicate myself to

“Like, what other big things have you written?” I thought he was making fun of me, so I said sarcastically, “The last Time magazine Person of the Year article.” He looked over at me, stunned. “What? Really?” I gave him a bitter look. “No, of course not. I did, however, write a piece on artisanal beers for an independent weekly. I even got paid $50 for it.” He looked at me, startled – then began to laugh. “What?” I asked belligerently.

he spoke in the most cheerful voice he could mutter. Jeff’s voice boomed again. “I'm fine , man! Whatsup with you? Word on the street is that you're Hasting’s latest golden boy.” “Yeah,” the word felt bitter in his mouth. “Congratulations, man. Can't wait for your new book.” His face crumbled into a hard frown and with a bit of hesitation, he said, “Thanks, man…Hey Jeff, I was wondering if you'd know a couple of ghostwriters. Very good ones that follow strict NDA Contracts.”

He was more effective than many of my colleagues, spoke without hesitation, his voice full of energy and loud enough to be heard by everyone but without shouting, face animated while making eye contact with one person and then with the other. Of course, and it didn't hurt that he was handsome and had personality. charismatic. “And I think that's a more interesting world for readers, right? you for sure will not get bored. He looked at me and winked. — It's more fun for the writers, also, because we don't have to get stuck and conform to rigid rules about what should be more appropriate in a novel, in a mystery, detective, fiction story book

Said Merek before disappearing. About the Author Stefan Simmons is a man of with an imagination an a lot of creative Ideas. He likes to share his ideas through his books and wants to share them with everyone. When he’s not writing he’s either playing video games, hanging with friends or reading. Reading helps him learn new words that he can use in his own story or inspires him with new ideas.

he murmured casually like breathing. “If you aren't human, what are you?” I asked, scanning his eyes for answers. “You should know. You are a fictional writer. You tell me." What does being a fictional have to do with this . I was just about to question him, when the doll cackled hysterically. “How romantic. Now can we get to better things.” Gavin stared at me, amusement in his eyes, then— he laughed. An actual laugh. It was unexpectedly attractive. I didn't join in, just raised a brow instead.