Write Your Own Novel Novels & Stories

“Careful. You are clumsy as always.” “Sorry! At least you are here at my side to protect me.” “I will never leave you, so I’ll do anything just to be at your side.” “Promise?” “Promise.” “What are you doing?” “Writing a novel.” “About what?” “About love.” “Who’s your model for your male lead?” “Zeno, my baby, of course!” “You should be the female lead. I don’t want someone else.” “You know how to paint?” “Yes. You are looking for a book cover, right?”

I want to thank every single one of you for giving me and my story a chance, for giving me hope that I can write captivating stories that make you forget the real world and your worries, if only for those few minutes in which you read it. Reading your comments and reviews is the biggest motivator for me and your words put a smile on my face whenever I felt low. The past few months have been especially hard for me due to some personal issues but you all gave me the courage to keep going. As per Goodnovel policy, I cannot leave my personal details here but a quick search of my penname and the book will guide you to me should you feel the need to connect with me. Thank you for giving me and 'My

"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.

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

That drove her to work harder until she could take care of herself. Going into the main world outside the four walls of the orphanage, she knew life was more than what she imagined. She wanted to express herself. She wanted to have her own fairytale that she always end up imagining when she is alone. She picked up her pen and wrote it all in a book. Her fairytale. The life she imagined and her stories got her into the top ten best writer, giving her quite a comfortable life. She got a boyfriend even though it wasn't like her fairytale romance, he was her first love. He gave her the shoulders she longed for.

I am a webtoon illustrator but had been inspired recently to write because of a contest I saw online. Resh Zeller. That is my real name. I am writing my first novel using my own name to be the lead male protagonist. Truth is, I didn't know how to continue after the thirteenth Chapter. Everything had been in standstill. It’s like suddenly the inspiration was seeped out of me. Not a single idea was flowing through my brains. “Earth calling on Resh Zeller!” It was my wife, Bridda McLain, who suddenly came into the kitchen already dressed in her corporate suit. The omelet on the pan had started to smoke! Uh-oh! I got lost in my thoughts trying to think on how to continue my story.

I just fake a smile and face-palm on them. My pretty face gets a lot of wrinkles because of these witches. ——— We finally finished moving all of Thea’s stuffs and arranged them all, it was very tiring. I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes for a few minutes. I sigh and looked at my phone, I visited my first novel on a online platform. Since I really broke down when I lost him. I started to write proses, poems, short stories and craft novels. I am not aiming for money, I just want to express myself. Each thoughts I have with him, yeah it’s all because of him.

She put into words all she saw from the moving picture. But she did something else other than tell the truth. She wrote a character that resembled her in those stories. At least, even just in her novels, she would create friends that wanted her. At least, even just in her novels, she would be able to live the life she could never have lived in reality. At least, even if it's just in her novels, she wouldn't be alone. Day and night she wrote and wrote until she filled pages and pages with words of truth. She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore.

It would be: “To live. To choose. To write your own story.” I closed my eyes, hand over Ronan’s, over our pup. “This time,” I whispered into the dark, more to myself than anyone else, “I’m not just surviving the story. I’m authoring it.” The little heartbeat under my palm kicked once more, like a period at the end of a sentence. Done.

I said after logging in to a user account for the application. "What?" He asked, perplexed. "I'm a writer. Under the pen name Wallflower, I create fantastical romance stories. I don't have many followers, but I prefer to write for my personal interest," I said, opening my author centre. "I've now completed four novels. I'm also currently working on 'The Monster and the Flower.' I need to finish this novel by the end of the month, but I don't think I can right now. I was about to put it on hiatus until you offered to help."