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Becca leaned towards him and whispered in his ear after standing on her toes to reach his height as much as possible, “Whatever I am going to tell you, please keep this a secret.” “Okay,” he mumbled, his breath hitching. How can I breathe when my heart is dead? he thought to himself, wanting to stay away from Becca. “I am a writer. I love writing novels, especially paranormal and fantasy ones. My first novel is a Lycan-romance which I finished writing recently.” Her eyes lit up at the mention of her novel. “I was looking for a new novel idea, and you just gave me one.” “Which is…?” he inquired.

He was totally embraced by darkness. The seawater was getting bigger and bigger and it was slowly reaching the place where Seigfred’s almost lifeless body was lying. II A woman in her early thirties jumped out from her speed boat. She was alone. She was usually like this when she wanted to start a new novel. She will hide in their beach resort. Her Dad strongly disagreed with her passion for writing novels, but she never dared listened to him. Writing is her life, her passion, and her way of coping with heartaches. Her Dad never knew how her writing gave her a new life. Her novels brought her to another dimension of life that only she could decide what to do with all of those people living t

It feels like it’s encouraging me to open and write something on it. Since I can’t write a story that is all about my life and my uncle, I thought to write Gio and I story instead. Doing the things, I am usually doing before feels nostalgic for me. Frankly speaking, my body missed this so much. The last novel I wrote was years ago. I already forgot the characters and their plotline. On this comeback of mine, I want to continue this passion without compromising my other talents. I am really thankful to God because he gave me the things, I wouldn’t imagine I can do.

I asked inside my mind. I stretched my mimic muscles forming a dumb smile, trying to find the words to describe my novel, that wouldn't give him any stupid ideas… But, I instantly got tired of making it all too complicated. “It's about revenge. My main character lost his loved one and he kills everyone who was the part of the plot,” I stated, letting it all go. After all, there were a lot of stories like that before. Acting suspicious about the subject of my novel could only make my situation worse.

Ah, I've been waiting for that question since earlier. "I'm glad you asked. You see, this is the real world. Reality. But what you're living in could be called another world, but a different world where people from the real world such as us, create plots and characters to our own liking. That is what we call a book, or a novel. We read it but you get to live a life in that world of yours with your own thoughts, dreams, ideals, ambition, interests and actions, but it will all follow according to the Author's plot. And if the story is finished, I'm not sure what happens next. And the world you are living in is called 'Endless Poison Love', its a fantasy-romance novel." I explained.

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."

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.

Try to improve my storytelling and writing skills and learn from top books Q8: I have a question I want to ask but it's not my editor's work time, I SHOULDN't: a.Go to GoodNovel's social medias(F*, discord) and ask other authors b.Read GoodNovel Author's guidebook c.Visit Help Center in my GoodNovel personal page d.Message my editor on every social media he/she uses Q9: I want to enter a writing contest, I should: a.Read the contest page carefully and enter accordingly

"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.

The future embodied in a child who carried no shadow of Ethan’s cruelty, only the light Amara had fought so hard to protect. That spring, Amara stood at the window of her study, watching Noah and Luca in the backyard. Noah chased Luca with a soccer ball, his laughter spilling over the fence to mingle with the sounds of the neighborhood. Her desk was scattered with drafts of her next book. Not a memoir this time, but a novel. Fiction, born from freedom rather than necessity. For the first time in years, she was writing not to survive, not to confess, but simply because she wanted to.