How To Become A Famous Author In Bitlife の小説・ストーリー

"Just focus on your recovery and get ready for the mate bonding ceremony with Jack." "But I want to keep writing. Becoming an author has always been my dream." Seeing how uncertain I was, Olivia became nervous again. "Hmm… I can help you. I know many publishers, so I can help you compile the draft," she said, pretending to be supportive. "Aria, you're so lucky. Olivia is the most popular young author right now. Many people are dying to be her students. You'd better stop giving attitude, or you'd be too ungrateful!"

“I want to pick them up myself. Maybe we can stop for ice cream on the way home.” “Sophia…” “I know,” I smile, even though he can’t see me. “It’ll spoil their dinner. But I think we deserve a little celebration.” “Celebration?” “My new phase as an independent author.” The silence on the other end is followed by a soft laugh. “Are you sure?” I think of James, the publishers, the veiled threats. “I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

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Survival mode engaged. *** Meanwhile, my own life was finally on the upswing. The novel I posted online blew up fast, racking up recognition and bringing in solid income in just a month. Claudia, always one step ahead, invited me to join her writers' association. She even offered me space in her studio to work during the day—with Luca in tow. Of course, I said yes. After being out of the game for so long, I jumped at the chance to rebuild my life. It wasn't just about writing; it was about learning, meeting new people, and feeling like I belonged again.

Real. “He sort of made me famous through the trauma. I thought back then that if I got popular enough and enough people liked me, or at least the version of me they knew, then Dad would think I was worthy enough to come back. So, I started writing. It made my classmates laugh when I wrote stories in class, so how hard could it be to do that on a massive scale?” I resist the urge to smile. Apparently, it’s not hard at all when you’re Nicco Moretti, best-selling author at least 10 times over.

I had considered myself a saint until recently. I was actually an author. I wrote dystopian fiction and romances, generally but I couldn’t be called a wildly successful author. My books didn’t have movies made on them and I had enough money to live a comfortable life. But I was at a point in my career where my editor felt, I should be aspiring to more. The couples need to be sexier and the writing easy to sell to millions.

But a few months later, he became disillusioned because he still could not give his mother a good life. She decided to leave the company and she wrote stories. Her first story ever published as a book is all about a girl who left his boyfriend to achieve her dreams. She was like that. His name became so famous that many companies hired him, to write a story, or to write an article. He has also achieved a lot in life. She even had some interviews with famous actresses. He needed that to make a book. And now, she can say that she is stable, they have their own house of her mother.

“I know. But is he really dead, though? After his execution, his body wasn’t buried. It was taken away by his people to the cabin. Since the story involves magic, maybe they can bring him to life, but if I were the author, I’d make a sacrifice.” “Like what? His girlfriend is pregnant and is marrying his best friend?” I rolled my eyes. I was surprised to hear him laugh so loudly, so contagiously. I laughed along with him. “That’s a pretty good idea. A martyr who lost everything,” he said. “He can be a phantom to his enemies while he’s building a revolution,” I suggested. “That’s a great idea.” He stared at me for a moment. “I think I should email or talk to the publisher. I wanna meet the aut

“What will you do? Live at your nan’s place together with your dad, and become a clerk somewhere? I can tell you now you won’t even earn enough to buy a pair of good shoes. After the good life I’ve given you, you won’t last a day.” “I won’t have to become a clerk. I’ll be an author.” He laughs uproariously. “What do you think? Anybody can become an author? There are millions of people who want to be authors and only a handful have the talent to become one. I suppose in your tiny mind you imagine that publishers are just lining up to buy your book.” “My entire series has already been picked up by a publisher.” It is astonishing how much pleasure and satisfaction I get from saying that to him.

"Thank you, and see you soon. Alright?" She wants me, and I want her. Only not in the way that she thought. I will make this as exciting as possible. With many interesting plot twist, and cliff hangers. This will be a masterpiece. She will always be remembered, and so do I. There will be another addition to this shelf. Another novel that will make me somehow an immortal. I will be remembered as the great author, Henry Cambert. People will worship my works, and they will praise me. I will live forever through my art, and I will live through ages. Nothing can stop me, not even God himself. ---------------------------