Write A Book Fast Novels & Stories

With a gentle hug, I put the book down and immediately left for work. At 5:30 I was behind the shop waiting for my employers. I began to think about what happened last night. I was contemplating how a small book could increase in size by itself. The book could talk and give instructions for humans to follow. What amazed me more was the fact that fire of blood could rest in a bowl and the book didn’t burn but when I put my hand I was burning that I could even felt the fire even in my intestines.

The thirty minute ride seems to last for hours. Thanks for reading. As I told you am making daily updates in this book.

He remembered Mimie who he had left at the hospital, he hadn’t spoken of Anita’s book with her. Urghh He rolled his eyes as he spoke to himself, he saw no reason telling her as he didn’t need her approval to get anything done. The guy he contacted for the design of the book cover called telling him he was done with the design. “Brilliant!” Rio had said after he read the message that popped on his phone from the guy he had asked to design a cover for the book. A single call and five hundred copies of her books were published. Rio had already prepared everything ahead of him and since he used his publishing company it wasn’t that difficult to get it done that fast.

Julian Blackwood didn't believe in *kindness*. He believed in **results**. In **control**. In **winning**. And yet as he stood in the midst of *Chapter & Soul* bookstore, with Lena Carter's soft voice still lingering at the edges of his mind like morning mist, something strange tangled deep in his chest. "*Maybe you should start,"* she had breathed. An effortless sentence. Soft, nearly shy. But it had hit harder than any boardroom betrayal or market crash he'd ever faced.

Hey guys. I noticed chapter reads have slowed down on How to catch a mate. Please read it, and share it with your friends as the books success will dwindle and I will have to complete the story sooner rather than later. I want to write but I also want to write things people want to read or else what's the purpose? so show your support.

Hi everyone it has come to my attention that I have never really posted an updating schedule for this book. Now when I first started this book, I used to update everyday. That was because my schedule was more free back then as compared to now. I have a full time job and a part time job in addition to writing and I also attend classes most days during the week. I love writing and because this book has a special place in my heart since it is my first book chapters have been limited to 4 times a week. This will help me give you quality chapters and at the same time keep me from burning out.

Hello my readers Fiona here and I want to extend a huge thank you to everyone who’s reading this book. But a little note for you all to consider. I am a doctor and I work long hours. Writing is sort of therapeutic for me; a way of clearing my head of all the awful things I’ve seen everyday at work. I work at one of the busiest hospitals in my city and trust me, I pray nobody sees some of the things I see. I started this book on November the first and today is the eighteenth of December where I’m at. There are already 58 chapters and I’m about to update chapter 59. The book has only been on the app for 48 days. So you guys do the math. I do give two chapters per day sometimes. I can’t believe

She decided to use the downtime to catch up on the six years of progress that she had missed. “Sis, your reading speed is fast…” Cole whispered in shock as he took a bite out of his apple. Caroline finished reading two-thirds of a book in half an hour. Caroline replied without taking her eyes off the page, “I’m speed reading just to familiarize myself with the current technology. I’m not reading the details.”

She had learned, writing this book, that rushed endings were the writer's equivalent of Julian's old framework — managing the outcome rather than letting it be what it actually was. She told Julian that evening while he made dinner. "Two forty," he said. "That's three hundred and twelve pages with revisions." "Approximately. The third part will be shorter than the first two. It doesn't need to be as long. The story has earned the shorter version." "What does the shorter version look like?" "Precise," she said. "The things that matter, stated plainly. No architecture around them." He looked at her from the stove. "That's how you write when you trust the reader."

Her hips were pulled up off the mattress, and her thighs were shaking around him as he moved inside her—slow at first, exploring her, learning her rhythm, her breath, and the way she gasped when his thumb found her clit. “You feel incredible,” he murmured, kissing her neck. “So damn warm.” “Please don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling. He didn’t. His fingers curled just right, stroking the sensitive spot that is deep inside her while his thumb circled her clit in slow, and devastating patterns. Emily clung to him, her nails digging into his skin, breath ragged and uneven. “I can’t—” she gasped. “I’m… I’m already—”