Novella Writer Novels & Stories

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Slowly, she stepped back, but the bus just waited, its entrance gaping open like a whale ready to swallow her whole. Willa wasn’t stupid. She knew danger when she saw it. “Hey…” she screamed, but nothing came out. Her voice didn’t go beyond her ears. At only twenty-one, she had become the most sought-after ghostwriter in the country. Platforms like Ellalux, Febnovel, and even the mighty master of webnovels, Koodnovel, had sought her services. Known as the horror-story specialist, she crafted dignified deaths, haunted struggles, and glorified survivals.

I saw Max tapping his finger impatiently on his knee and I softly touched his arm to make him relax. "Maybe college someday" indeed that was what I wanted in the future. "You haven't yet?" Karen casually asked like she didn't already know. "Actually, Lena is a writer. And she's going to get a book published soon" Max added. "That's very... creative" she puckered her lips, disapprovingly of course, like writing a novel was equivalent to drug dealing. "What kind of novels do you write?" Paul asked me enthusiastically. "I write all genres, but my favorite is fantasy"

And his eyes were finally removed from me and focused on the file. Name: Christine Williams Age: 23 Personality: Simple and does not care about trending styles. Fond of bright colours. Occupation: A third-rate novelist... Writes erotica short stories to make a living... Announcing my biodata with his deep voice, he glanced at me with some dark holds in them. His brow arched and I swear upon God, I saw an evil smirk! My eyes were immediately removed from his. Fuck! My novelist identity is unknown to people and only God knows how they get to know about it.

by the great African literary giant, Chinua Achebe's work: "The Novelist as a Teacher" There comes a time in the life of a writer that, that basket-like waste-bin is filled with crumpled papers, each page screaming "writer's block!" as they nosedive their way into the waste-bin--let's all ensure that their life be recycled for...a better nosedive tomorrow, this time screaming "9-years-old-4.5-ft-tall, brown-eyes-coloured-boy's phlegm".

Having grown up immersing myself in classic literature and physical books rather than typical web novels, I have crafted a story with a unique, atmospheric depth that stands apart from standard romance novels. Years ago, following a major accident that left me in the intensive care unit, my mind was flooded with raw imagination. I promised myself then that if I survived, I would embrace every challenge. Pouring that determination into my work, I became a dedicated professional, and the story I once wrote only for myself is finally out in the world. Through my writing, I am incredibly happy to give my protagonists a brand-new, second life.

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.

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.

"And work? How's the transition to remote consulting?" "Good. The work itself is engaging. My manager is supportive." I pause. "And I've started writing." Her eyebrows lift. "Writing?" "A novel. Fiction, but autobiographical. About a woman going through a divorce, then being targeted because of her ex-husband's enemies." "Tell me more about that." I explained the project. The scenes I've written. The emotions that pour onto the page. The crying and the catharsis. Dr. Katherine listens without interrupting, her expression thoughtful.

I would like to express my gratitude to Editor Yino, who encouraged me to challenge myself with this story, and I will greet you next with my upcoming work. I am still a novice author in the novel world because I previously wrote many stories and am only now publishing them one by one. I read only physical paper books and do not read web novels at all, so the texture of my writing is a bit different from others. Even the genres I have read are things like detective stories, fantasy, Anglo-American literature, Nordic thrillers, and Japanese mysteries. Because of this, my writing carries its own unique color. There is a noir-style triangular romance featuring a cross-dressing woman where an ag