November Novel Writing Novels & Stories

I just fake a smile and face-palm on them. My pretty face gets a lot of wrinkles because of these witches. ——— We finally finished moving all of Thea’s stuffs and arranged them all, it was very tiring. I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes for a few minutes. I sigh and looked at my phone, I visited my first novel on a online platform. Since I really broke down when I lost him. I started to write proses, poems, short stories and craft novels. I am not aiming for money, I just want to express myself. Each thoughts I have with him, yeah it’s all because of him.

The End. Read my new beginning novel: Forever Mine First chapters are up now

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

They scattered, some reached Europe, and others sailed and reached America, and November’s very own roots stepped foot in Korea. A familiar howl from outside of November’s room reverberated and November jumped off her bed, pushed the window open and she waved at the black wolf below. “Jennie!” Wolf Jennie howled again, calling to her. She moved to the ground restlessly. Then she growled, Jennie was getting annoyed already. November giggled. She stepped up the window sills and jumped down, she gracefully landed exactly beside Jennie. Wolf Jennie growled annoyingly, she pawed November and she raised her tail as if giving November the finger before trotting away. November shook her head, smiling

Thank you so much for your time and appreciation of my story! I really want to thank you, wherever part of the world you are right now. I am hoping for your continued support. Please share my work with your friends and family, and rate my book kindly. THANK YOU! The Boy Behind The Red Door is the second story I wrote, ever. I was mourning the loss of my twins when I discovered the world of web novels. I was not a novel read and never was. Not until I needed to find something to distract me from my sorrows. That's when I discovered that novels could help you escape from everything, even temporarily only. It's not the answer to our problems, but it makes us help get through them, especially em

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.

That drove her to work harder until she could take care of herself. Going into the main world outside the four walls of the orphanage, she knew life was more than what she imagined. She wanted to express herself. She wanted to have her own fairytale that she always end up imagining when she is alone. She picked up her pen and wrote it all in a book. Her fairytale. The life she imagined and her stories got her into the top ten best writer, giving her quite a comfortable life. She got a boyfriend even though it wasn't like her fairytale romance, he was her first love. He gave her the shoulders she longed for.

If vampires can sparkle in twilight, I can decide the rules of my werewolves. If you are the grammar or spellcheck police, you're welcome to stay and point out any mistakes for me. I appreciate each and everyone of you taking the time to venture into my world, and I hope that you enjoy your time here. Updates will be posted every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday at midnight of whatever timezone Goodnovel's system is set too. I usually write while listening to music, sometimes one song on a loop for some scenes. If you're curious about what i was listening too while writing there is a list on Spotify, just search for the book title or GoldNPeachy and you'll find it.

The kind without urgency. She texts him. Night Eleven is my favorite so far. He texts back in three minutes. It took the longest to write. Why? Because I had to find the language for something that doesn't feel like anything dramatic. It just — is. Every morning. It's harder to write about things that are constant than things that change. She looks at the text. At the October morning through the kitchen window. That's why it's the best one, she texts back. Because you found the language for the thing that's hardest to say.

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.