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Lately, if she saw him twice a week, it was a lot. “So, how are things at work? They seem to keep you busy lately.” She asked him, trying to dig a bit. He looked at her and shrugged, “I’ve been approaching e-novel authors for the next big thing. From what I can see, there is an abundance of untapped talent out there and e-novel websites are the only way for them to get their stories out into the world. They have given me 4 months to land a best-seller.”

“I’m right, baby. I know I am.” “Thanks.” Her forehead touched his, and she let out a breath. “I can’t believe I’m earning. All I need to do is open a new bank account, and I can forward all my writing income there.” “Alright. How’s it doing?” Her eyes watered. “Great, Kyle. So great.” She stood, and he relaxed when he saw her grab her phone. She tapped on the screen with a lazy smile that disappeared. “Oh my God, Kyle. I actually have money, like plenty money. I can give you more than $1,000.”

I started to create some distance between Trevis and me, no longer relying on him excessively. I applied for a campus dormitory and began taking up consecutive part-time jobs on weekends. When I had no other way to vent my emotions, I poured my thoughts into my diary, writing stories and documenting my life, then sharing them on my blog. To my surprise, perhaps because of my increased writing, editors began reaching out to me, hoping I could publish my works. Over time, I earned some money, which I handed over to Trevis. When he inquired about the source of my income, I gave vague responses, assuring him it came from legitimate sources and encouraging him not to worry.

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

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

I act like I don't know. ​“You know what I mean. My lawyer called me. Every debt is cleared. The loans—everything is paid.” She stops for a second. “Diana, that was a lot of money. Where did you get it?” ​My heart starts pounding. “I... I got a new job opportunity,” I stammer. ​ “What kind of opportunity?” ​I close my eyes tightly. “I got another writing contract.” ​ “With that much money?” ​“Yes.” ​“Diana.” The way she says my name makes me freeze. “I know how much writers make.

I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

Nisim had a different take on it: “Create, edit, send, repeat. It’s important to be in print, but don’t expect each of your stories to be published. Thank your stars, even if ten percent of all that you write makes it to print, okay? But the process – create, edit, send, repeat – is important. It is the only way you can get over the wannabe-writer-syndrome and be one.” Jahnobi kept pressing me to send my stuff to the local magazines while I was hell-bent on not sending them, because the local magazines didn’t pay for contributions. How could I give my work to them for free? That way, I would never be able to build my personal economy with stories. Nisim’s viewpoint clearly contradicted what

Emerald scoffed and cut the call. She did not care about that family. She had work to do. Even though it was the weekend, she was very busy. When her mother’s bills started getting too hard to bear, she had by stroke of luck gotten an opportunity to cash into her hobby of ghostwriting. She had taken up a job of ghost writing a novel an acquaintance had written and it brought her more opportunities. To make more money to pay off her debt, she wrote freelance when she returned from work each day. The past few days had kept her too occupied to work, so she needed to put more effort this weekend.

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."