Get Paid To Write Novels & Stories

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I sat back in my chair, staring at the contract. I wasn’t thrilled with it, and she could see that on my face. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “Fable Magazine is a multi-million-dollar publication, and they can’t pay you a dime for your hard work?” I asked, raising my brows. “And you agreed to that?” “They said I might make money eventually. But for right now, their focus is to get my name out there.” “No, their focus is to save a buck,” I said bluntly. “Tessa, if you want to be a professional writer, you need to establish a backbone and don’t get yourself taken advantage of.”

Caleb explained. Cassie placed a hand on Caleb’s arm and looked at me with an encouraging nod. “Don’t worry, you will be compensated. We get paid from sponsors and YouTube. You’ll be paid well” “How well?” I asked. They looked at each other and shared a knowing smile. Then Caleb pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and slid it across the table toward me. I picked it up, expecting a small number, but my eyes opened wide. I showed it to Mia.

“I want to offer you something. A proposition.” I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not a commodity.” “I know that. This isn’t about buying you, Ivana. This is… something else.” I tilted my head, skeptical. He watched me for a moment. “A business partnership. I found out you are a writer, don't ask me how I know, I have people who can get me any information I want in seconds. So, this is my proposition, I back your writing career financially, and give you publicity. You do what you love, with full freedom.”

Kind regards, Clientele. I blinked a few times, rereading it like it was some sort of weird joke, but nope, the email was real. Short and to the point. It wasn’t even signed properly. But what caught my attention wasn’t the vague wording, or the fact that it looked like it was written by a robot—it was the pay. At the bottom of the email, hanging on its own was the Payment: $10,000 per week. My mouth hung open like some kind of idiot. Ten thousand bucks a week. What the hell?

“We can pay tech blogs to promote us. We need a legal consultant to handle our contracts with blogs and influencers we’ll be paying for adverts.” “That,” Marina clicked her fingers, “Advisors too.” “But how do we pay them? We need to think about payment before employing staff.” Marina was thrown into a brief state of thought. “We’ll figure it out along the line.” “I think you should talk to him.” Roselyn chirped in out of nowhere. “No.” She refused bluntly. “Back to Servalia, we should introduce sign-up bonuses for people who use the app.” “You should, Marina.”

Subject: URGENT – PRIVATE PROJECT The email was short and straight to the point. We have reviewed your work. A client would like you to ghostwrite his story. Payment: $50,000 upon completion. Amara blinked. Once. Then again. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen as if the words might suddenly rearrange themselves into something more reasonable. But they didn’t. Fifty thousand dollars? Her heart began to pound, slow at first, then faster, louder—until she could feel it in her chest, in her throat, even in her fingertips resting on the edge of her laptop.

I stood up, picked up my bag, and turned to leave when Isa held my hand. “Aria, please, we are trying to come up with a solution here. Meet us halfway atleast.” “I will find a solution myself.” I pulled my hand from her before walking out of the restaurant. It was hard; it was hard being a writer. I poured my fantasies into words; I just wanted everyone to find solace in my words, but now it’s all just about the money. If it doesn’t sell, it gets cancelled. Well, I will deal with that after talking to Liam… How dare he send me $10? Was that his way of telling me that I wasn’t worth even 2000?

Yes, not even a single dollar, and even for TCM, my earnings from six months are only 85$, which I can't withdraw until it reaches the point. So, if you were in my shoes, would you continue to write for no pay, with no motivation, just to see your efforts go to waste? Believe me I would have continued writing because I still have two more plots ready but my parents think I am wasting my time and not doing any work because for my parents I don't have anything to show them and I think they have a point because they are worried that I keep writing all night but they can't see any result so they suggest I look for some other work which can cover my expenses though writing has my heart I am goin

Darwin was debating if he’s gonna spend his break time reading the letter from his half-brother or should he have a coffee at Starbucks. Five minutes later, he decided to do both. Sitting near the window while drinking a macchiato grande, he continued to read his brother’s letter. So, I’d like to make a proposition. You will finance me with my gambling for twelve consecutive months. Everytime I win, I will give 50% to you so that I can pay less after 12 months. If I don’t, then the money I owe to you is as is. After the twelve months, I’ll pay you gradually with all I can. If I have given you half of my winnings at that time, then the remaining debt is all I need to pay. Mark my words.