Novel & Cerita Write A Short Book

I turn off the TV and turn on a small lamp on a bedside table, so Hilarry won't be left in the dark. I sit down on the sofa and take a small book out of my bag. While his parents are coming I have to entertain myself with something. The book is called: Only if you love me. I love to read. I also like to write but I don't know if I'm good at it. In fact I have a story, I'm writing it just for myself, if I decide, I can send it to a publisher, but I don't dare, I'm afraid of being rejected.

Rating it poorly because of what you don’t even know is cruel and malicious. I am sad and angry. I am a reader as much as I am a writer and I have read books with short chapters and understood what short chapters meant. Most times my chapter ends at 2.5k or 3k words, but because I know the coin consumption would be higher, I split the chapter into 2. I don’t like it but I have to understand and be considerate. I am taking this as an outlet to let you know sometimes we do what we do to make it easier for every reader. Getting rated poorly because of it is cruel. I barely get many reviews on the front page of the book so a review this poor would set me back so far.

Nothing demanding reinvention. She had to learn how to live without friction. The second book took shape in fragments rather than chapters. Short sections. Observations. Small truths that didn’t argue for themselves. She wrote about staying. About choosing the same values even when no one was watching. About how growth isn’t always visible, sometimes it looks like repetition done with care. She didn’t tell the publisher yet. She wanted the work to exist before it was witnessed. One afternoon, Serena received a message from someone she hadn’t thought about in years. A former colleague. Someone who had once benefited from her silence.

Above my head, the phone chirped and sang, "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring." Mom pulled out the ice tray, took the bag of minced meat, and spread it on the floor to inspect it. I was about to burst into tears. "Beatrice, are you an idiot? You actually froze your phone in the refrigerator. It's no wonder you didn't answer when I called. What exactly is inside your head?

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But this one, I chose to make it a long book. Please, if you are not a fan of long novels, there are many awesome authors out there who could give you the kind of book you want. For more updates, follow my social m*dia account. My f*c*book. My name there is the same as my pen name, just add ‘Author’ to it. Again, please keep on supporting me. I am going to resume updates on my book, “The Mate He Never Expected: His Crazy Obsession”. And I might add, “The school of supernatural beings: a scientist within”. So, if you haven't added these books to your libraries, make sure you do. I assure you it will be a fun ride.

A/N: WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, IVE ACTUALLY WRITTEN A BOOK WITH A HUNDRED CHAPTERS ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧ ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•

But for Ethan, is it just sex? --------------------------------------------------------- Hey guys! This was just the short part of the book. I hope you like it❤️. I am very much excited for this book couldn't describe in words. This is my first time writing this kind of book. Although I love reading this genre. It is my first time writing about such plot. I am hell-bound to make it good and attractive. Thank you all. I love you a lot ♡♡♡ See you soon!

Hi, Thank you so much for choosing my book. I hope that you like it. I want to say, that I am writing this for fun in my free time so if you wish to continue please be patient. I'm trying to write a chapter a day, but I also have school and work, so sometimes, I can't make it.

It's not proper. I can't stay here longer than I intend, someone might walk in and spot me. As she turns to get the daisies and the wrapping from the back, her hips swaying in a way that grabs my attention, I set the rose on her desk, like a quiet gift. Next to it, I leave a big bill, way more than it's worth and scribble on a book on her desk with a pen next to the book: "For the brightest bloom. -A" I look back one more time, looking around the shop, then head out. The bell rings as I go, but the fire she started in me stays, pulling me to come back.