Novel Written In First-person Novels & Stories

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, Sins Of My Body. Sins Of My Body was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.”)

Thank you for your time and choosing my story🙏🙏 This is my First book. I'm new here...i hope i don't disappoint you guyz. Novel reading is my hobby....so i thought to give a try in writing....i hope you gyz are going to support me😄😄😄 And yes important Note : English is not my first language, so bear with my mistakes but feel free to point it out. But I am sure you guys will love it my Book Avisha. So, please give a shot.

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

I'll be forever pleased that you're interested in my book. I'm also relieved that I finally ended this book because it has been months of writing this! I started this in the last week of July, but I wrote it in my native tongue and only translated it into English when I discovered GoodNovel and publishedpublished it here. So yeah, this is my first novel published and completed here. I know that you somehow discovered many faults and grammatical flaws throughout the book, and to be honest, I keep revising every portion to the point where I am stressed about finishing it because I am, in fact, extremely insecure in my writing, especially in grammar, because English is only my second language.

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

I lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about my demons, the ones that haunt me in my dreams. I am thankful for all the drama that happened today because I didn’t have time to think about my horrible memories. 25th of June, the day my innocence got ripped from me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Every year, when this time of the year comes—I feel dirty. Today, the 25th of June. I still remember his voice. I don’t think I will ever forget it. The whole reason I started writing; to get everything out of my chest. Everything I wrote in my book ‘Behind Closed Doors’ is based on my life, though people might think its fiction. It’s now the best-selling novel, and people don’t

A column of flames shot into the air. The fire burned everything away. … The AI-written tragedy had finally come to an end. Truth be told, I still didn't understand how I was rewarded by that eerie countdown and voice. There was no earth-shattering change. I didn't acquire a superpower. I also wasn't transported to a different world. When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes again, I realized that my "story" had been recorded in the novel that was open on my phone, sparing no details. I shared the same name as the male lead of the novel—Connor Graham.

​I poured a glass of whiskey and stared at the framed copy of my debut novel sitting on the shelf. Cara Mia. ​Writing it had been my only lifeline during this hellish year. It was supposed to be a catharsis, a way to process the madness of being a mafia lord’s wife. Every page was stained with the truth of us. I wrote about the way he smelled of expensive tobacco and gunpowder, the way his Italian filtered through his lips like a prayer, and the way he looked at me as if I were the only thing in this world worth saving.

I adjusted myself on the couch, one leg stretched out, the other bent backwards, my phone was held loosely in my hand. “Let’s see what you have got this time, Author Inked Heart” I muttered. And then I started reading. At first, it felt normal. The author's usual style, the strong opening, the emotional tone and a writing that pulled a person in without trying too hard. But then I didn’t even notice when it happened. One second, I was just reading, then the next I was in it. The main character’s POV wasn't perfect but It felt real in a way that made it uncomfortable for me.

All I had was a vivid imagination, a notebook (or keyboard), and the desire to bring my characters to life. This was my very first full-length novel—my entry into the world of storytelling. I poured my heart into it, creating plots and personalities that may have been messy, overly dramatic, or unrealistic in places, but they were real to me. And despite its flaws, I chose not to rewrite this entirely, because it stands as a reminder of how I began. Of how stories shaped me. You may find imperfections in the pacing, dialogue, character decisions, or plot. You may even find scenes that make you raise your eyebrows. But every line came from a place of growth, curiosity, and love for writing.