Write Your Own Novel Novels & Stories

“Because sometimes pride is too big for words.” Calla – POV That night, I placed both books side by side on my desk. River’s first novel. My second. And a third notebook beside them—blank. Waiting. Not for closure. But for whatever comes next. Because my story didn’t start with my birth. It started the moment I chose to tell it.

I’ve set all of them aside to finish this biggest personal novel. Suddenly, I noticed a picture of Miss Yuki. She’s the young writer that I’m looking up to. I was only able to buy one of her novels but that was enough to inspire me into penning the talent that Gramps and I have. The tales I write basically comes from Grandpa’s supernatural ideas. I composed that story within two years, so my excitement was immeasurable. I was sure it'd be a hit. It’s due in three more days and I had to give it a compelling ending before I submit it to the publishing company that held the competition. If my manuscript wins… it’ll kickstart my writing career plus, I can use the prize money to buy the land wher

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

“Novels are all fictional and made-up. Authors write stories based on what they see and hear with a dash of imagination, which may not necessarily represent the authors themselves. These comments, on the other hand, are a true reflection of their character.” “Well said,” the author said, pulling out her phone to make a note of Rosalie’s words. “I want to include your words in my novel. You said it so well.” “I feel like the novel you wrote is slightly similar to my own experiences. I came here today to ask you for a favor. Of course, it’ll be great if you could help me out, but I won’t force you to if you’re not willing.” The author looked at her with doubt in her eyes. “What is it?”

Writing became my only escape, my dream! And so I wrote like my life depended on it, because it did. I wrote the stories I wanted to read, the men I wanted to see, the escape I’d never been allowed and slowly, painstakingly, people started reading. One blog post at a time, one short story at a time and one novel at a time. And now? Now I live in an apartment I own in a quiet estate, far enough from the chaos of the city that I could hear myself think, surrounded by walls I chose, streets I know, and a life that’s mine and mine alone.

I basked in the warm sunlight pouring through the window and stretched lazily. Oh, didn't I mention that little detail? I was the overpowered hero of a harem power-fantasy novel. Perhaps I forgot. But honestly, that didn't matter. Being the hero was just damn satisfying.

Welcome dudes and dudeths! I'm honestly Soo excited to start writing a book of this caliber. Apparently this is my very first Nigerian book, yup very first. I've always had the thought of writing a book that brings awareness to some of the bad things going on in our society today, practically to all teens out there in the world, and how we can change our society at large. I honestly hope my book reaches out to people out there. Some of the things this book is going to surround on would be,

Go оutѕіdе. Thаt’ѕ іt! I mау not bе аblе to gо оutѕіdе, but I саn make ѕоmеthіng. Words аrе mу аrt. I pull over the laptop, аnd settle mуѕеlf іn thе сhаіr to start сrаftіng a ѕtоrу. It will рrоbаblу nеvеr make it tо аіr. Still, thеrе’ѕ a chance іt could end uр оn thе KCRG website.

“What can we expect in that story?” “Is Sindy Kate really gone?” The questions continued, and I was like a deer caught in the headlight. My teeth started to tatter, and the flashes were blinding me. I swallowed all my nerves and smiled. “Yes, I am writing a novel. It’s fiction but inspired by my life experience. I want to inspire all the women out there, in all walks of life, that it is okay to dream high, not to give up when things get tough. I want to show them that I may be born into a privileged family, but life isn’t always perfect.”