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To say that I could write my very own Kama sutra would be an understatement. I quickly scribble my ideas on a notepad whose cover had a Miss.OG designed on the inside with my special signature on the bottom. It's my secret diary where I write all my dirty stuff for the novels. Generally stuff that I gather from behind closed…stall doors. I'm a pretty successful writer but recently I've been running out of luck. I never thought I would be this famous. It had all started from a tiny story that I'd written for a men's magazine, a nerd satisfying her hidden fantasies of a hot blonde haired man giving me the night of my life inside a classroom and the next thing I know, I'm being called to their

Rose suggested with a bright smile and continued, “You can even write it as a novel and earn a lot of money. People just love novels regarding werewolves and vampires. Take my words for it!” Rose added with a wink. “That sounds like a good deal to me!” Elena replied with a wide grin. “I know right. You will be huge!” Rose raised her hands widely to show how much popular of an author she will become when she will write their life story. “Okay, then tell me your story!” Elena was ready for some amazing tale.

And that I am sincerely sorry. You may think that I am writing stories only for money, but it is true, although it is unpleasant. I am a student and I have chosen my hobby, writing stories, to earn some pocket money. But I am not able to earn income from this story. It is very painful for me that my hard work is going to waste. I will not blame any reader because if they do not like it, it is natural that they will not read my book. So I have thought about everything and decided to complete this book this month and write a new book next month. I hope that next month I will be able to bring you a better book than this one. And yes, if suddenly readers start supporting this book, then I will c

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My name was Winston Shand, and I was 55 years old. I worked as an online writer. When online novels were booming about five or six years ago, I seized the opportunity and became one of the first top authors, earning a few million. Because of my short stature and unattractive appearance, I remained unmarried as I had never found a suitable partner. Thankfully, the money I earned from writing and a few million I made through investments were enough to keep me comfortable for the rest of my life.

"There are things to note... Go slightly faster. The main plot will be diluted if it's too slow. Write the first five scenes. Show it to me, and we'll discuss it then." Maisie looked at her in disbelief. "Do you really think I can do it?" "Why not?" Lily poured her a cup of coffee, wearing a smile. "I didn't give you anything too big. Just write a short story. The investment is low, and there's no need for famous actors. It'll have great feedback if we upload this on social media platforms." "Okay, got it." "We have professional screenwriters in the company. You can learn from them," Lily whispered, "I pay them handsomely! It's our big investor Daniel's money!"

“The collection, Dark Corners. I read the first four stories before bed last night, and I have to say I really enjoyed them.” “I appreciate that. I really do love working in the short form, but I had such a hard time convincing my publisher to release a collection. They insisted the public doesn’t care about short stories, and honestly Dark Corners didn’t sell anywhere near as well as the novels.” “But I bet it still made the bestsellers list.” “It did,” Brad said, shifting in his seat as if sitting on a rock. He was always uncomfortable talking about his work, and specifically the money he made from it; it felt too much like bragging.

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The parties I was once invited to stopped sending their gilded envelopes, but I hadn’t noticed until long after they’d quit coming. Friends—if I could even call them that faded out too, tired of chasing someone who had no interest in being found. I told myself I didn’t need them. All I needed were words on a page, scripts I could breathe life into from the safety of my desk. So I started writing again, but not the way I used to. These stories weren’t loud or desperate for attention. They were quiet, deliberate, full of shadows and lingering truths. I sold them anonymously through contacts who didn’t ask questions. No red carpets. No interviews. No public face. Just the work, and maybe that w

She quickly messaged him back and asked what other opportunities they had for her. Her career as an independent journalist was not as lucrative as she had hoped, which is why she had started writing short stories to sell to a multitude of websites and newspapers. Unfortunately, those were getting harder and harder to find, and she had started to stress about her finances. Natalie made a decent amount with her commission checks, and as a good friend, offered to do the shopping or help with more than her share of the monthly bills, but Juliet always rightfully refused. Up until recently, she was fine with money. Sure, she had to live by a budget, but she wasn't too uncomfortable. She had savin