I Want To Write A Novel Novels & Stories

Having grown up immersing myself in classic literature and physical books rather than typical web novels, I have crafted a story with a unique, atmospheric depth that stands apart from standard romance novels. Years ago, following a major accident that left me in the intensive care unit, my mind was flooded with raw imagination. I promised myself then that if I survived, I would embrace every challenge. Pouring that determination into my work, I became a dedicated professional, and the story I once wrote only for myself is finally out in the world. Through my writing, I am incredibly happy to give my protagonists a brand-new, second life.

​ISABELLE'S POV: ​The afternoon light was streaming through the floor to ceiling windows of my beautiful London penthouse and i was sitting at my desk, surrounded by stacks of manuscript paper and scattered notes, my laptop open in front of me with the cursor blinking steadily on a blank page. I had been staring at that white screen for hours, trying to find the right words, the right scene, and the exact emotion to capture in my latest novel. ​But the words simply would not come. They never came when I needed them most.

Ivana narrowed her eyes at her. "Cause I'm the writer," Arielle shrugged her shoulders. "Writer?" Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed.

As far as I remember, I don’t have enemies, but since my husband is influential, that would be the reason why I would understand. “I was just thinking something,” I replied and looked at the monitor on my laptop. It’s been almost a month that I’ve been working on this novel, but I can’t finish it since it’s too exciting, so I keep on adding subplots before I proceed to the main plot. This would help me to build the intense part of my main plot. “Scenes for your novel?” she inquired, which made me nod my head. I was just trying to make excuses since I can’t share what happened that night. She’ll freak out and assume again, just like what I’ve been doing. Although, I’m not expecting him to be

I'm not a robber or a thief, I have nothing to fear. I also let this problem, and consider it a normal thing that should be ignored. I started to open the laptop and write a new novel script. I just hope his new novel doesn't take me to his world anymore, like what happened in the past. I write the werewolf genre and about a girl with a fun adventure.

"How did you go from being a lawyer to becoming a novelist?" I smiled, feeling a sense of nostalgia and reminiscence. "Well, it's a long story," I said, "but I'll try to give you the short version. I was a lawyer for many years, but I always had a passion for writing. I used to write short stories and poetry in my spare time, and I even tried my hand at writing a novel. But it wasn't until I went through a difficult time in my personal life that I really found my voice as a writer."

Abigail's pov - I am immersed in my writing, my thoughts entwined with the intricate threads of a new plot. It sounds promising, at least in the confines of my own mind. If I'm content with it, perhaps my readers will be too. My fingers tap rhythmically on the keyboard, each keystroke a dance of creativity as I attempt to weave words into a captivating tapestry.

"How did you go from being a lawyer to becoming a novelist?" I smiled, feeling a sense of nostalgia and reminiscence. "Well, it's a long story," I said, "but I'll try to give you the short version. I was a lawyer for many years, but I always had a passion for writing. I used to write short stories and poetry in my spare time, and I even tried my hand at writing a novel. But it wasn't until I went through a difficult time in my personal life that I really found my voice as a writer."

Since I was a toddler, I have always dreamed of writing a novel. I have always thought about publishing books and become a famous novelist. The title of my first book will be When A Heart Desires The Moon. But I guess, I am not destined to hold a pen and a paper. Because for my parents, it is a lousy dream. They said that my ideas and imaginations must stay only inside my head and I can't share it with the world. I sighed. "What a mess."

"Before the journalism. What did you want?" Elian smiled — not the suppressed corner-smile from earlier, a fuller one, with something fond in it. "I wanted to write novels," he said. "Big, sprawling, everything-in-them novels. The kind that start with one family and end up being about the whole world." "Why didn't you?"