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The story had to feel genuine and I waited until I knew it was perfect and respectful enough to write. 2. I did not know how I was going to write it. I didn't know if I wanted it to be a poem, a 50 page book, a novel, or whatever. I knew I had a message I wanted to tell, but I wanted to make the story interesting as well. So I decided to turn it into a novella, because it was not too long and it was not too short. It was the perfect length for me to create my story.

Fiction is meant to evoke emotion, but never at the cost of your mental or emotional health. Everyone processes stories differently, and what is thrilling for one reader may be overwhelming for another. Please proceed with awareness and care. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before you dive into this story, I want to share something personal with you. I wrote this novel when I was just thirteen years old. At the time, I had no formal training in writing, no grasp of complex literary techniques, and very little understanding of storytelling rules. All I had was a vivid imagination, a notebook (or keyboard), and the desire to bring my characters to life.

It was a terrible habit she had when she was nervous or anxious. As he sandwiched her hand between his, butterflies swarmed her stomach. He leaned on the table as his finger ran up and down the back of her hand, listening intently as she spoke. "Well, you know that I write short stories for magazines and websites, but recently, I've been thinking about starting to write a novel for some extra cash. I don't have much down, just a basic outline, but I have a good feeling about it. What about you? Tell me something I don't know."

“Alright, guide me then. Which one should I start with?” Noah looked at me, really looked this time, and then reached up and handed me a different book. “Start here. The world-building is cleaner. You won’t get lost in twenty made-up names right off the bat.” I took it from him like he’d just handed me gold. “Thanks, man.” He shrugged, but his ears were pink. He didn’t say anything else, just moved to the next shelf, but I followed him. “You ever try writing your own stuff?” I asked.

“Because sometimes pride is too big for words.” Calla – POV That night, I placed both books side by side on my desk. River’s first novel. My second. And a third notebook beside them—blank. Waiting. Not for closure. But for whatever comes next. Because my story didn’t start with my birth. It started the moment I chose to tell it.

Dearest reader, When I first started writing this story, I had no idea what I was stepping into. Dante and Alera’s world began as a whisper in my head. Thier love was a messy, aching kind that demanded to be told and somehow, it became my very first published book on GoodNovel. This journey has been everything but easy. It’s been a learning and humbling curve. I’ve stumbled, grown, rewritten, cried, and smiled through every chapter. But most importantly, I’ve learned that stories have a way of healing not just the characters but the person writing them too.

“About that, how about you show me this novel that you have been talking about since earlier.” “Ah yes, it’ll be my honor to show it to you!” They went and see the novel and talked throughout the whole night, Bathala was impressed with his writing and had fun reading it. “This novel was written well, why haven’t you submitted it to a publisher yet?” “Ow, I don’t really know, I just think that it won’t be good enough for it to be made public and it’s just a hobby of mine I picked out when I was in high school.”

I didn't want to reveal much about myself, but apparently I was doing it unconsciously, and he was too smart to miss any important details. And I wasn't lying. I had gone there just to bring out this sensual and inconsequential side that I hoped to put into words in my new novel. And I was having a hard time remembering every feeling or every movement we made on our first night of pleasure, because I still had to detail it as much as I could so that people could also put themselves in the place of the protagonist. I wanted to make sure that the narration of that scene could influence other people to want to surrender that way if they ever had the opportunity. And even if the plan was always

She asked yawning and getting off the bed, she hardly see Natalie with her laptop and she was with it so early. "I am writing," "Writing?" "Yes, I started writing while I was away, I got so bored that I took up writing as a hobby and surprisingly, I am good at it and over the past four months my readership has increased," "Wow, what genre do you write?" Nicole asked walking close to her, she never thought Natalie would have the patience for writing, she tried it one time and gave up because she couldn't concentrate and wrote out thousands and thousands of words, it just wasn't for her, if Natalie can have the patience to write that's just wow, Nicole loves to read books and she wanted to try

I smiled while looking at the screen. It was my hobby to write stories. Some could be short or long. Then it was the first time that I attempted to write a novel. Somehow it was healing and the dream of me wanting to be a writer one day became clear. Aside from the dream of pursuing the course that I wanted, that career was precious to me as well.