Write A Book Novels & Stories

I want to thank each and everyone of you for reading my book, Alpha Ivan. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. I want to also thank my husband and my sister-in-law for believing in me and supporting me during this moment in my life. Never did I think I could write a book. I knew I had a big imagination, but to jot it down on paper was a whole different level. Please leave an honest review. I will work harder on my next following book, River, making me edit deeply. You will love the next book based on a young girl, named River Barlowe.

Normal family chaos interrupts a profound moment. "I am going to write a book," Four announced to the kids. "About what?" Monte asked. "About how I went from being a scared kid to a criminal to your dad. About how people can change if they want to badly enough." Sophia considered this seriously. "Will it have pictures?" "Probably not, princess." "Then it sounds boring."

Written without the preemptive defense. She thought: whoever reads those pages will know, from the first paragraphs, what kind of book this is. The book will announce itself. And the readers who need it will know. She went inside and made tea and went to her workspace and kept working on the second book, which was beginning to take the shape she’d been waiting for. The second book announced itself to her in January the way the memoir had announced itself — not as a plan but as a necessity. The sense of something that had been accumulating reaching the point where it needed to become language.

The room was very still. “I started writing it the morning after my second wedding the one I chose rather than the one I was given. I was standing in a cottage in Hudson Valley with a notebook and I wrote three pages before Adrian woke up and I understood, somewhere in the middle of the third page, that this was going to be a book and not just a notebook.” I paused. “I want to tell you what kind of book it is. Not what the back cover says you’ve read that. What I think it actually is.”

because I have so many uncovered secrets to tell and of course, I have a character that I will love to bring back. Anyways, please support me by recommending the book, commenting, voting, and reviewing it. The more support I get, the more the chances of the “book 2”being accepted sooner. I had a lovely time writing this book and now that it’s over, I couldn’t be any more excited to write the “book 2” of it. Thank you so much, everyone, have a lovely holiday and new year. P.S. Check out my other book. Unwanted Mafia King is one of the best.

, I said, trying to give him hints to lie with. " He isn't going to that trash, AI wouldn't be able to depict the emotional pieces that I would input in a boom if I should write one". " Of course it can, or you can tell him that you interviewed a bunch of people, preferably sex workers", I gave him another idea that I considered good. " Okay, let's say I write a book on that topic, what would I name the book?" " You're really asking me that? It's obviously ' Dick Sizes And How They Feel Inside", he chuckled at the name, laughing himself into stupidity, " What? Okay, I have a better idea. How about ' Starly Feelings Of Every Dick Size?' uh?"

It was a sanctuary from the din, even for a child who had grown up in the shadow of an empire. Back in her corner, Aria read the last of her book and strolled to the counter, arms laden with three more. "These are the ones I'd like today," she told Lena, setting them down with a gentle thump. "Could you write on the first page like you did last time?" Lena grinned and pulled out her fountain pen. "Anything you'd like." She opened the top book and started to write: *To Aria. May this story take you somewhere magical. Love, Miss Lena.*

I've not been stable with updates for this book because I lost the zeal to write it since no one is showing interest in it. I'm trying to round it up soon and release new books if possible. For now, all the best. 💙💫

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

“Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ” He shrugged, flipping another page. “I keep telling you not to judge me with your assumptions.” “I'm sorry if my assumptions don't fit your personality,” I said, taking the seat across from him. “Why this book?” I asked, stealing the opportunity to know what the real Kael is like. “I like books that… make me think. And this one does.” “Think about what?” I asked, hoping my curiosity wasn't obvious. “Is this some sort of interview?” he asked, placing the book on the table without closing it.