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Allen attempted to snatch the notebook from me, but I slapped his hand before he could even reach my desk. “Don’t make me repeat it again, Allen. I am writing a novel, not a drawing. And if I am to draw someone, it must be another person, not Christoph.” Speaking of which, something came up in my mind. A brilliant one. Instead of drawing an image of him, which was pretty obvious, why not make a novel instead? A story of us. He and I against the world. All I have to do is change our names to make it more obscure.

"Like, really writing. Not just staring at the screen and sighing dramatically." "I don't sigh dramatically." "You absolutely do. It's your thing." She pulled up a chair and sat beside me. "What's this one about?" I hesitated. I hadn't shown anyone my work yet—not the real work, the novel I'd been piecing together for months. It was about a girl who loses everything—her boyfriend, her best friend, her sense of herself—and has to figure out who she is in the wreckage. It was, I realized, not very subtle.

I carried Zeehan as we headed out of the kitchen. I sat in the living room at noon, going through my online published books. Yeah, I was a writer too. I have been writing since God knows when. I have been into romance novels for ages and lately, I decided to venture into the art of scriptwriting. Down with eight movie scripts and about writing another. Though never published any of the scripts I just keep writing to master the art. And my novels are doing great on the platform too. I smiled satisfactorily at the number of reads and subscribers my new book has got so far. “Ding!” the sound of the doorbell attracted my ears and my eyes darted to the door. Who could be visiting by now? Amanda d

About the Author Jong Snow is a part-time content creator and a full-time employee. While he does not have relative experience in writing a book, his goal is to share stories that people could possibly relate to. The first novel he finished was a project he decided to work on during a very difficult time in his life.

- Russell Barkley - Happy new year, everyone! Thank you for partaking in this story! I'm incredibly grateful. I love you all! This novel will always be a big part of me because it's the first novel I actually finished. I hope you got lessons from this story! Writing this was very challenging as thriller and crime is a genre that requires a meticulous mind. */Pats my head/ I'm so proud of Bella, and she will always have a special part in the chambers of my heart.

Nina sat in the study typing away furiously on her laptop which was placed in the table, the words to her online novel in total concentration. Tap! Tap! Tap! Only the sound of her hands hitting the laptop's keys could be heard in the otherwise silent study. Following her retirement from the modelling industry, she had began writing online novels to the amazement of her family and friends who had originally thought she had been joking and now she could be considered quite famous in the circle.

“He comes from trash and no matter how many fancy things he wears, or how good-looking he thinks he is, he would always be f*cking trash.” I scoffed lightly and shook my head in disbelief. Instead of replying to him, I opened the lid of my laptop and continued the novel that I was writing. In my past life, I was obsessed with reading novels and had always wanted to try to write one. But I was way too insecure and thought that I did not have the gift to be a writer. But now that I was in a new body and was given another chance at life, I decided, why not? So I began writing it when I was given that assignment on my first day of school.

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.

“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 didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.