Novel & Cerita Novel Written In First-person

Hi guys, Just a quick one. I just want to tell you guys how grateful I am for your support in reading this masterpiece of my imagination. Well... It was just a cheeky imagination and here we are at the end of the day. I'm writing to let you guys know that I might unfortunately have to change my narrative techniques for the next few chapters. Since I'm finding it very difficult to express certain things from my point of view, I guess the first-person point of view would be better for these few chapters. Kindly bear with me and stay longer on this journey with me. Thank you so much, guys. I love you. _Rave Queen.

Chapter 100(whew!!!) The Author's Yap If you've made it here... Hi. First of all, thank you. Seriously, thank you. This is my very first completed novel, and I honestly don't know how to explain what this journey has been like. Before writing this book, I worked as a ghostwriter. My job was simple in comparison. I was given outlines, chapter breakdowns, character directions, and all I had to do was bring someone else's vision to life. It wasn't easy, but there was always a map.

Unlike the others, this page was completely filled with elegant handwriting. At the top was a single title. Chapter One His heartbeat quickened. "This can't be..." He read the first sentence. "On a cold autumn evening, a young man named Adrian Vale opened a letter that would change history forever." Adrian's hands trembled. It was the opening of his own story. Word for word. Every sentence exactly as he had lived it. He turned the page. Chapter Two. Then Three. Then Four. Every journey. Every betrayal. Every sacrifice. Even conversations that had happened only moments ago were already written.

He looked up and said, "I think this novel appeared a long time ago." Angelica nodded, "I wrote this when I was pregnant with my first child, and after finishing it, I submitted it to a publishing house." "Before the final draft." Carl did have a sharp perspective on the issue: "Have you ever published before?" Angelica frowned and said, "This is not allowed, I have to make sure the novel doesn't have..." She paused and said, "I posted it on F******K space." Angelica suddenly stood up and said, "That was my first setting and beginning. Back then, I could still type by myself without his help, just on my first F******K!"

This is my very first book that I wrote, first of everything. I didn't know anything about writing so please keep that in mind ㋡ . As some might be in wrong grammar or not the correct phrases, Please bare with me as this is my only way of releasing stress and wheny thoughts were wondering . 🙂 Please be kinder with side comments as I am willing to learn and can be corrected. Some of the events for the entire story will be non fictional and fictional as some charecteristics and stories were based on my daily life experience.

SEASON 2 Hello everyone! First of all, if you have made it this far, an endless thank you to you. I appreciate your presence taking the time reading my book. Secondly, I am sorry. I am sorry because I may not deliver the cleanest chain of thought or have a strong plot in a story. I am a new writer and still currently learning as of today. Lastly, I have decided and think heavily that I will put the P.O.V of the second book in the Third Person. I find it more transparent and direct and showcase all the feelings, emotions, and thoughts that a particular character may have.

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.

Adrian's POV The weeks following the release of my latest book felt like a whirlwind. I had thought that publishing my first work and seeing it well-received would be the peak of my career, but this one was different. It was deeply personal, a reflection of our family, our love, and the trials Noah and I had faced together. I poured my heart into every chapter, writing late at night when the house was quiet, letting my memories guide me as my words took shape on the page.

It was still quite early, so I picked up notebook from under the couch. I was good. Really really good. I blushed as I read the previous chapters of my own book, heavily influenced by real life actions that had happened in this very house. This was so much better than any of the erotica I had read. This was so personal. I no longer had to try to fit myself into the main character’s point of view to enjoy the book because the main character was me. The pen glided smoothly across the paper as the actions got more and more intense. I could recall exactly how his hands had trailed down my neck to my nipples and then further down to my sensitive nub. It was so easy to write when I could actually

Since it has been a few days since seeing real people, imagine my surprise when I’m woken up one morning by a giggly someone bouncing on my bed. ************** Please vote and like my story. This is my first book on GoodNovel and I need all the love I can get!