Novel & Cerita November Novel Writing

I am a webtoon illustrator but had been inspired recently to write because of a contest I saw online. Resh Zeller. That is my real name. I am writing my first novel using my own name to be the lead male protagonist. Truth is, I didn't know how to continue after the thirteenth Chapter. Everything had been in standstill. It’s like suddenly the inspiration was seeped out of me. Not a single idea was flowing through my brains. “Earth calling on Resh Zeller!” It was my wife, Bridda McLain, who suddenly came into the kitchen already dressed in her corporate suit. The omelet on the pan had started to smoke! Uh-oh! I got lost in my thoughts trying to think on how to continue my story.

“What can we expect in that story?” “Is Sindy Kate really gone?” The questions continued, and I was like a deer caught in the headlight. My teeth started to tatter, and the flashes were blinding me. I swallowed all my nerves and smiled. “Yes, I am writing a novel. It’s fiction but inspired by my life experience. I want to inspire all the women out there, in all walks of life, that it is okay to dream high, not to give up when things get tough. I want to show them that I may be born into a privileged family, but life isn’t always perfect.”

Dear all I'm Inker, an editor with GoodNovel. It's a pleasure to meet you here, and I'm sure you are reading this because you want to be a good writer. Maybe you want to make money over words, maybe you just have a great idea for a story that you want to share. No matter what brings you here, we offer you the same destination: Making your own name as a writer, and making good money~

See? This was such a beautifully yet tear-jerking novel I have ever successfully crafted an idea with, a few months ago. But after I have encountered all the horrible occurrences for the past months, I came back to work and turned this sad and romantic novel into a mystery and horror novel, which made all my work colleagues and supervisor absolutely petrified. They have no idea that I was even more shocked and horrified when I have suddenly realized that my novel had suddenly become so dark and twisted. It was beautifully written, like a psychopath has written a novel for the very first time.

Hello, readers RavenClaw here, I know this is sudden but an accident occurred in my daily life. The fact is, I work as a designer in a game company and that game is going to launch soon. So right now is the moment that you know as crunching. Most of my time has been used in this crunching time, the good news is that it's going to release around October so at the end of this month I will continue to update this novel. If you have anything to add or want to contact me and give me some suggestions, please follow me in the discord.

But the voice was there. I wrote until midnight. When I stopped and looked at what I had, there was something in it I recognized, something that had the same quality as the Sarabande and the piece I had titled Eleven Minutes, the particular honesty that Professor Valdez had called genuinely original and that my grandfather had simply called true. I titled the new one February. I put the notebook away and turned off the desk lamp. Outside the December cold pressed against the window. Inside, my room was warm and the spring enrollment packet was on the desk and the phone had Landon's last message still on the screen.

Hi! My name is Paola and I'm an aspiring writer. This book was written by the 16th-year-old me. I decided to upload it here on GoodNovel to see what reactions I could get from readers. I know that the story needs to work in grammar. I wanted to put it out there because gaining readers and seeing what people think of my craft is what inspires me to keep fighting to become a successful writer. This is what I want to be doing for the rest of my life, it is my passion. So, I hope you enjoy what've done so far and any suggestions are greatly appreciated.

Kasper asked and November flipped him off. "Y'all are nasty! I can't believe y'all will do this to the poor kitchen. I'm never eating anything that comes out from this kitchen ever again. Y'all have scarred me!" He whined. I was tempted to go slap him upside his head but, I was covering November. "Do you boys ever shut up?" We heard a new voice at the kitchen entrance and we froze. "Mother?" Kasper and I said at the same time. Shit! Hey lovelies, how are y'all doing??. I just want to formerly thank everyone for reading this hot mess of a book and actually enjoying it. Y'all are the fucking best!

Hello, Oot is here (Read O-o-t, not 'Ut,' hehe). I am an exclusive writer at Goodnovel Indonesia (Exclusive Goodnovelist). The original version of 'My Possessive Sugar Daddy’ (Indonesian ver) is my first novel on this platform and reached 1,2 million readers when this English version was published. The success of this book made me chosen as one of the Authors of the Year in 2021. By the way, this book has been completed since November 2021. And this February 2023, I decided to make an English version due to several requests from global readers both on I*******m DM's and in the comments session.

And in the past few days, I finally felt that I was powerless when I was around her. No matter in the past or now, when I am bored, I always like to use novels to kill time and find resonance in novels. Shelby became busy again. She told me that there will be a design competition in two months and she is preparing for it. People will always be emotionally affected by things around them. Just like yesterday, I started a narrative novel with a sad theme. When I finished reading it at night, my whole body was exuding negative energy. I couldn't laugh, but I still answered: “It looks good.”