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“I’m fine, but I’ll still come over, that is if Mrs. Kamron is okay with it.” I shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I be? I do have a novel to write, so I won’t be available much of this weekend anyway.” “Whoa! You’re writing a novel?” Nate asked. “And you two never answered me about meeting my cousins.” “We’d love to meet your cousins, and yes, I’m writing a novel.” The bell rang and we couldn’t talk again until after class. “What’s your novel about?” Nate asked as we walked to science. I smirked at him. “Which one?”

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.

Olivia sat at her desk with the lamp glowing dim and the night pressing at the windows like a heavy curtain. Her fingers trembled over the keyboard. The cursor blinked at her, waiting. She had been writing for hours, maybe days, it all blurred. Words poured out of her like blood from an open wound. Her novel.

Okay, cannibalism wasn't a thing in MoonBlade, but I didn't want to interrupt her, so I let her continue. "And oh, your journey with Alpha Kai. Damn, it was worth writing about." "And are you a writer?" "A fiction writer, yes. I used to write articles, but it doesn't pay nearly as much as writing novels. I have a mind that constantly wishes to escape, so yes, I write stories." "Does it help with your escape?" I asked. She nodded once. "It's like any external stimulation. It keeps you grounded for a while, but eventually you come back to face whatever you left behind."

He knew what I was going through. This was when I started writing my first novel. It was more of writing the memory I shared with him. I kept a journal so it was more like making a summary of it. I created one that I never published. It was about my mom and me. I gave up waiting after I saw a girl almost dying on the beach. She went swimming and she almost drowned. It made me realize that life is too short. I had to follow my dreams and that was exactly what I did. I sold everything I have and moved to New York after I got another offer for a scholarship. I had a fresh start and my last hail Mary in finding Sacha was 'Me and Him.' I was hoping that he would read it and would try to reach ou

And in the past few days, I finally felt that I was powerless when I was around her. No matter in the past or now, when I am bored, I always like to use novels to kill time and find resonance in novels. Shelby became busy again. She told me that there will be a design competition in two months and she is preparing for it. People will always be emotionally affected by things around them. Just like yesterday, I started a narrative novel with a sad theme. When I finished reading it at night, my whole body was exuding negative energy. I couldn't laugh, but I still answered: “It looks good.”

If I wanted to cut my losses, the only option was to write something new, fast. I sat down at my desk, cleared my head, and gripped my pen. The Gemini tattoo on my back started to heat up, like something inside me was about to break loose. Nothing I could write would be more suspenseful than what I was living through, so I poured everything into the story. I wove what happened in my last life into the plot. There was no way Bryan could have lived through the same thing as me. After a week, I finished an 80-thousand-word novella. I called Samuel over and handed him the manuscript in person.

Serenity observed how intently she was reading and teased her, “Jas, you’ve probably read all the books lying around here enough times to recite them from memory. It’s a wonder to me that you’re still amused by the same books over and over. “Why don’t you learn to write a novel? With your years of experience as a bookworm, I guarantee your work will be a hit that’s going to fly off the shelves. I promise you I’ll place your books in the most prominent spot. “What do you say? Embark on your journey as a star author.” Jasmine smiled and dismissed the idea, “I just enjoy reading, writing is not for me. I’m so lazy that the only thing that would motivate me to move at all is good food, but you’r

What can you say about this? ‘I am just honored that my first novel got this much recognition. To answer that, this novel is purely a product of my imagination coupled with how I see the world. It is very relevant because the book mirrors some situations which happen in reality. The characters in the story do not pertain to specific individuals. Thank you all for your support. I am very overwhelmed and grateful.’ ‘I see. One last question before we go. We were informed that you are Architect before you became a writer, can you share how the decision came to shift from a well-paying career to writing with passion?’

Thank you so much for your time and appreciation of my story! I really want to thank you, wherever part of the world you are right now. I am hoping for your continued support. Please share my work with your friends and family, and rate my book kindly. THANK YOU! The Boy Behind The Red Door is the second story I wrote, ever. I was mourning the loss of my twins when I discovered the world of web novels. I was not a novel read and never was. Not until I needed to find something to distract me from my sorrows. That's when I discovered that novels could help you escape from everything, even temporarily only. It's not the answer to our problems, but it makes us help get through them, especially em