Novel & Cerita Romance Ghostwriting Jobs

“I just need your help with a little thing.” Lance stopped rotating his chair. “Go on.” “I need you to publish a book,” Calvin said. “Yours? You need a ghostwriter?” Calvin frowned. “What’s that?” “Someone who’ll write your idea at a price,” Lance explained. “The name on the book will be yours, of course. No one will know you used someone else. Is that what you want? Why do you need a ghostwriter?” “I never said I needed one.” “But you want to publish.”

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Jayden asked. “She’s up there. Dancing with Adrian,” I said, pointing. Jayden squinted. “Who the hell is Adrian?” “Another ghost. I met him recently.” “This is weird,” Jayden laughed. “You can see two ghosts?” I nodded. “Hell yes, we are publishing this story!” “I don’t know, man…” “There’s nothing to know. The agent wants at least one chapter by Monday.” I thought for a long moment. Then nodded slowly. “Fine. I will send you two chapters. And I want to meet the guy.”

“I actually love what I do.” “Of course,” Grace said with a smile. “It must be so fulfilling to… stay grounded.” Max chuckled darkly. “Grace means underpaid, overworked, and too stubborn to change.” Johnny bristled. “Some of us find meaning in more than stock options.” “Oh, I’m sure,” Grace replied sweetly. “You’ve always been great at finding meaning. Just not so great at keeping it.” Johnny’s fingers curled slightly into the tablecloth. Max leaned back, swirling the amber in his glass. “So tell me, Johnny. What’s it like dating the ghost of someone else’s muse?”

Thank you for your service tonight. You were exceptional. – Z My heart stuttered. My pulse actually jumped. How did he get my number? Before I could respond, another message appeared. I have a job for you. If you’re interested, come to this address tomorrow at 7 p.m. A location link followed. I tapped it and exhaled sharply. It wasn’t just any place. It was a mansion—one of the biggest on the outskirts of the city. Private. Gated. Secluded. The type owned by people whose bank accounts had no bottom.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Cora shrugged. "Me? There's no way I won't need money," I joked and we laughed. I did have a job, I am a writer, and I do all the kinds of writing there is; Ghost writing, content writing, script-writing, and I write personal books, two of which were adapted into live action. Not to brag, but I am a hot cake writer, kinda famous for my works, and works that people didn't even know I wrote; either way, it was bringing me money and hence the reason why Cora would think I didn't need money. Everyone needs money, Femi Otedola does, Jeff Bezos does, Dangote does, hell even Elon Musk still needed money, so who was I not to need money because I was earning a few thousands? Not me!

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The shanty house they were taking shade on was almost sinking, it, crooked over one side, each time it rained they would have a hard time clouting. Angela was snoopy, “are they going to take us both.” She asked enthusiastically “Yes of course, you included that on your resume right?” Joana profoundly agreed with her. She slammed the door behind her, and gestured her to get in. “other nannies were snooping, they wanted to know what kind of a deal she had gotten. She folded her hands together with gratitude, her eyes were becoming watery, Joana turned around. “What are you doing?” her brows frowned when she saw her watery eyes.

“Have you ever read ‘Ignited: The story of a comet made man.” Angela nodded. “Where did you read it?” “I wrote it.” She said curtly, already was beginning to distrust the man, he knew about the book she had ghost written before for a billionaire writer. That job had allowed her to pay her way through college. “That’s a shame. It’s a really splendid book.” Soprano complimented her. Angela didn’t say anything. “Can I ask a personal question?” Mr. Soprano said politely. After getting a nod from her, he continued. “Why leave ghost writing for journalism? You would have been living more comfortably if you had stuck to it.”