How Much Can You Make From Writing A Book Novels & Stories

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!

Chapter 7 Jeffrey Cooper After spending almost the whole night checking out the books the head of the editorial team forwarded to me for paid social media ads, I was finally able to select a few that would be put up for paid promotion on social media, of which Aliyah was one of the authors. She has been working hard, and trust me when I say her works are good, they really are very good, and just in three months she signed her recent book, she already hit two million views and made not less than seven thousand dollars with just royalties. I love her hard-working spirit. Everything about her is so perfect.

Freyja was surprised and looked at her, “Your assistant?” Daisie wouldn’t want her to think that she was being charitable, so she said, “You’re thinking for Deedee. Even if you sell your publishing rights, you need many years to write a book, so you need some money to survive. My mom says that children cost a lot. If you work as my assistant, I’ll pay you so you can write comfortably.” After a moment of silence, Freyja burst out laughing. “You’re trying to throw money in my face?”

I had no choice but to return to my old profession and start writing again. It had been a month since everything happened. The month went by like a blur. Late at night, Nancy's charming, beautiful face would still flash in my mind. But just as I was about to leave, Lawrence suddenly shifted the topic, cautiously asking, "Winston, what's your monthly income like these days?" I paused, then answered honestly, "Around 10 to 20 thousand. Nowadays, online novels change trends so fast that the writing of an old-timer like me can't quite keep up with the times."

The number truly left me in awe. Mark looked at Julian and me, smiling broadly. If I was earning this much money, it meant he wouldn't be making any less. "I compared sales figures of similar merchandise abroad and found that their merchandise profits alone can bring in tens of billions annually. Converted into our currency, that's over a hundred billion. "And that doesn't even include book royalties and various other fees. If we can elevate the work to a globally top-tier level, then the income will be remarkable," Mark said.

“Anytime. I read your book at a glance. You are talented. Why do you become an accountant if you enjoy writing?” “Uh, I don’t know. I love counting and being meticulous with my work. Accounting is the right field for me. Writing is just a hobby.” “Have you ever thought about making it serious? Be a professional writer I mean. Have you thought about it?” “No,” I whispered while shaking my head. “Why not?” He raised his eyebrow. “It’s a shame if you waste your talent.” “I have some reasons. In our country, it’s hard to live purely on the writer’s earnings. Besides, I’m not so talented.”

Just as Alanna had said, there were over 30 million reads and when she went to the income, she saw she had made over 30k dollars and was to receive 6k this month alone. “Oh my god. That’s a lot of money for a werewolf book” She whispered and couldn’t even hide the amazement in her voice. “It’s not just a werewolf book girlie. You wrote a wonderful book with so many plot twists that even Lia would never see coming and that girl has read the twistiest books” “I’m not sure twistiest is a word, Ally” Iris mused at her friend’s choice of words. “It is now” She deadpanned and Iris couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Have you checked the bank account to see if you were paid the money?”

Michelle, in turn, subtly hinted that her rates might increase. With her current assignments completed, it meant she had to hunt for new projects and potential clients. Michelle returned to the writing forums, browsing through posts, searching for new opportunities. Meanwhile, she pondered: Apart from writing, what else could she do to earn money? Before she had been transported into the novel's world, Michelle had made a decent income as a ghostwriter. Returning to her old profession was indeed an option. However, starting over in this fashion felt like donning a new persona, and earnings would be slow initially. She remembered it took her two years to raise her ghostwriting rates previousl

"Oh?" "I want to represent you. I think your story, yours and Samuel's, would make an incredible book. Memoir, maybe, or creative nonfiction. The kind of thing that could really resonate with people." "A book?" "I've already had three publishers reach out asking if you have representation. There's real interest here, Riley. Real money, potentially." Riley's head spun. "I don't know. I've never written a book before." "But you can write. That article proved it. And you have a story people want to hear." Victoria's voice was persuasive, professional. "Think about it. You could reach millions of people. Tell your story on your terms. And the advance alone could fund your online publication for

Vina remarked, "The best part is this: Livia mentioned that you’re the kind of author who maintains consistency. That’s an advantage for us. Once you finish your book if you wish to create a series or pen another novel our doors will be fully open.” I inclined myself a bit. "You genuinely want to collaborate for the long haul?” “Certainly." Vina regarded me with confidence. "We aren’t merely seeking an author for a book. We want writers who can develop alongside us. You possess that capability.” I stopped breathing. My chest was heavy. Tears threatened to fall. I restrained them. I needed to appear professional. At least make an effort. I concentrated again. This was the aspect. “For royalti