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I rolled my eyes, "You're not the one to be telling me things, I have never been late to the company before, so those words should be yours, don't be late." He stared weirdly at me, "Do you read the document?" "What's the essence?" I returned the question to him. "You don't read it." He pocketed his hands, "You will be working in my home for the time frame you will use to write the book. So it depends on how fast you are, if you're fast enough, you will end the book in a day." My breathing ceased, "What? I don't know. Why will you write something so cringe as part of the deal?"

This book was released back when I was trying to get traction on it a very long time ago. I’ve never made a single dime from this company, but they’d like to keep my book forever. Even when I did the writing every single day thing and should’ve gotten a “publishing bonus.” It never happened. So they don’t get to keep making money off of me and my writing. This was a much older draft than what I’m currently trying to publish anyway.

Hello 🤗 I'm truly sorry for the recent inconsistency. I've been experiencing significant creative burnout and fatigue lately, which has made it challenging to update. I'm working on getting my creative energy back, and I appreciate your patience. This book will be completed soon, so please know it won't be abandoned. Thank you for your understanding! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

--- Some of you guys are really something. Complaining that I increase the numbers everytime I post a new update. Is it a crime for me to ask you guys to help boost my books? I'm writing it free for you guys and update 2-3 chapters a day on a dailybasis and today upload 7-8 chapters a day.

They like your book, you are providing value; and if they don't, no amount of promotion or exclusive bonus or good editors can make you money out of nowhere. If you have a gold idea, give it your best shot and write it out; if it's not good enough, polish your work because we have listed so many good books on our home page for your reference; and if you can't see a way to get there, we have an academy and editors as good as they come to help you, so long as you try, you can get there with your book and make money with your idea. It all depends on one thing: whether you are willing to do the work.

It only has sixteen chapters written, but truthfully, I have been reading books for a long time, so I thought I would try my hand at writing. After I wrote "The Alpha's Mate," it took me time to have the guts to write another one. That's when I found my first friend on another app where I post my books. Her name is Rachel. She wanted to edit my books, and I said okay. But please understand, everyone has a life, and so do I. I'm not trying to be mean. I'm easy to get along with, but do not disrespect me or the readers who read the books. They have been by my side for such a long time and always cheer me on when I feel like I want to give up on writing. I am going to be honest with you. Writin

“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.”

"He said to remind you that everything is going well so you have no excuse not to write your story." Elena laughed. It was an easy sound. "Tell Marcus I appreciate his help " she said. ". I was just working on the plan for my story." The Final Framework Elena looked at the logbook and then at her screen. She had used her experience to create a plan that would give her the freedom to write what she wanted. She had her label The Nora Vale Imprint. This meant she could publish her book without any help. She did not have to write every day like some platforms wanted her to. She could let her story develop naturally.

Then a sarcastic smile. I plopped my elbows down on the table and let my eyes leer on her. "You have to help me." "Help you on what?" Her forehead creased deeply as if she’s having the weirdest encounter of her life with me. "On my Creative Writing project. The one where we need to make blog reviews for certain books and write our own poetries. You see, I'm not that type of person--and you seem to like a bibliophile, perhaps, you're good at writing too. I mean, you're smart--"

"My boss, Dawn-she has a friend who needed a ghostwriter. Dawn thinks I'll be perfect for it." "A ghostwriter?" Apparently I'd been reduced to simply repeating words now. "Yeah." Quinn tilted her head. "You know ...this guy wants to write a book, but he needs help. He has the story, but he needs someone to make it happen. Organize it, polish it ...make sure it flows. That's what I'm going to do." "Oh." I braced a hand against the wall, surprised to see I was still holding the crumpled chip bags. "He's a football player, actually." Quinn glanced up at me through her lashes, as though she wasn't sure how I was going to take this news.