Write A Novel Novels & Stories

I come right out not too long after and slip on the nightdress I had earlier pulled out. My eyes catch the my bag in the corner and a thought creeps into my mind. I quickly move to the door, quickly locking it. I'd really hate to be caught right now. I take up the bag and empty its contents on my bed. My eyes widen in shock as I recognize it. The Novel. The one I had wished to be sent to. How did it get here? I have to hide it. I don't even know why, but I get a very strong gut feeling to do so.

A few minutes later, with the noodles steeping beside him, he opened his laptop. His fingers hovered over the keyboard. Then began typing. Chapter 876... That's right. Michael was writing a novel. He had always been alone in his room, writing stories just to pass the time. What started as a distraction slowly turned into something he genuinely loved-the quiet rhythm of typing, the unfolding of every plot twist he created with his own hands. Even better, people started to notice. More and more readers fell in love with his work. Every novel he published went viral across major platforms. Some were even adapted into live-action dramas and games, gaining a massive fanbase.

She paused for a moment and continued mumbling— “And since he’s the hero of this novel… he’ll do whatever he wants…” A sudden thought crossed her mind and she tilted her head slightly— “What must those two be doing right now? 👀” Then she shrugged it off— “Whatever… not my problem. I’m too sleepy anyway. I have college tomorrow.” With a soft smile, she whispered— “Good night, Rose…” 😴 And soon, she drifted into a deep sleep. Meanwhile, in another room, Sonia Sinclair sat staring at her burned hand. Pain flickered in her eyes. She whispered softly—

I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

"So, your book entitled 'Two Worlds' how did you come up writing your very first novels which made you famous after a few months?" I smiled and held the microphone properly and looked at the crowded, "It was actually half of my story, I wrote it while I was home alone for my treatment! It was about families and loneliness because my character has no friends. But when she died because of depression she was reincarnated and she lived in a new world where she found love and plenty of friends! That was my dream because I was lonely when I was young. And I never thought that my friend's cousin, will submit it to a book publishing and they love it. The interviewer was asking a lot of questions abo

The word three flew out of his mouth… and Arthur, Lilah, and I yelled 'family' while baby Theodore began to wail. Our faces were a mess, but we still look wonderful in the image because we are happy... FAMILY!. *NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR!. Hi, guys! This is where we say farewell to Cornelia and Arthur love tale. I just want to express that writing this work has been a pleasure. I came up with the novel concept in February 2021, and it simply stayed in my thoughts until I finally decided to put it down since Cornelia kept giving me ideas. 'Hahaha'. This tale teaches the importance of believing in oneself, just as Cornelia believes she will have a miracle pr perhaps she would be given an happy deat

I asked inside my mind. I stretched my mimic muscles forming a dumb smile, trying to find the words to describe my novel, that wouldn't give him any stupid ideas… But, I instantly got tired of making it all too complicated. “It's about revenge. My main character lost his loved one and he kills everyone who was the part of the plot,” I stated, letting it all go. After all, there were a lot of stories like that before. Acting suspicious about the subject of my novel could only make my situation worse.

Allen attempted to snatch the notebook from me, but I slapped his hand before he could even reach my desk. “Don’t make me repeat it again, Allen. I am writing a novel, not a drawing. And if I am to draw someone, it must be another person, not Christoph.” Speaking of which, something came up in my mind. A brilliant one. Instead of drawing an image of him, which was pretty obvious, why not make a novel instead? A story of us. He and I against the world. All I have to do is change our names to make it more obscure.

"Like, really writing. Not just staring at the screen and sighing dramatically." "I don't sigh dramatically." "You absolutely do. It's your thing." She pulled up a chair and sat beside me. "What's this one about?" I hesitated. I hadn't shown anyone my work yet—not the real work, the novel I'd been piecing together for months. It was about a girl who loses everything—her boyfriend, her best friend, her sense of herself—and has to figure out who she is in the wreckage. It was, I realized, not very subtle.

If nоt, this is gооdbуе. I tаkе a hugе brеаth. It’s a start. I lооѕеn mу grір оn thе реn аnd рut the book dоwn. At lеаѕt thеrе’ѕ a сhаnсе thаt оnе dау, ѕоmеоnе mіght hеаr mу story. I lооk uр аt thе ceiling fоr a ѕесоnd, and wonder whаt I’ll bе fасіng оut thеrе tоnіght.