Writers' Corner Novels & Stories

Writing is not just a profession for me; it's a means to connect with others, to share the wisdom I've gathered from both the magical and human realms. Each article I craft is a piece of myself, a reflection of the lessons I've learned, and a message of hope for those who read my words. The keyboard, my trusty companion, is an instrument through which I express my innermost thoughts and emotions. It's here, in the quiet hours of writing, that I find a sense of purpose and fulfillment.

I have come to understand that writing is not about attaining perfection, but rather about the journey of continuous improvement, of becoming a better writer with each word, each story. To all the readers who have embarked on this journey with me, I offer my deepest gratitude. Your support, feedback, and encouragement fuel my creative spirit. I am humbled and honored to have the opportunity to share my stories with you, to be a small part of your lives through the written word. It is my sincere hope that my words touch your hearts, challenge your perspectives, and leave a lasting imprint on your souls.

I smirked at her desk, which was farther than the rest of us; and a long glass which Senior Editor was inscribed on it sat freely on her desk. " This is our A-List Writers and their books which we've published. The ticked ones are difficult to deal with" Carmeo explained. " Thank you, Carmeo" I said with a tired voice as I yawned, stretching my hands above my head, and saw Miss James giving me a scary glare. I dropped my hands almost immediately and cleared my throat. " Get me coffee", Miss James commanded. Adam scrambled from his seat and walked towards her. " Not you, Tasha"

Dear all I'm Inker, an editor with GoodNovel. It's a pleasure to meet you here, and I'm sure you are reading this because you want to be a good writer. Maybe you want to make money over words, maybe you just have a great idea for a story that you want to share. No matter what brings you here, we offer you the same destination: Making your own name as a writer, and making good money~

But I shocked her and a host of others when I bought D'Writers. D'Writers was a popular online social platform for writers and readers. I'd long thought of acquiring it in memory of my father. My dad was an avid reader and lover of classic novels. He'd told me one day that he would've loved to author a book if he wasn't tied down by the burdensome responsibilities of Donovan Group.

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Your feedback not only helps me grow as a writer but also keeps me company during those long, solitary hours when it’s just me, my coffee, and my characters emotionally ruining each other. Thank you again for being here. I can’t wait to share more of this journey with you. ⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰ With all my love, Jane Doe Writings. X O X O 💖

People wandered with speech bubbles hanging overhead. She checked her hands—solid. She glanced in a shop window—her own face, but when she blinked, Julian’s eyes looked back. "We made it," she whispered. "We made it," Julian echoed, a beautiful harmony inside her head. They were in the Unwritten section—where all deleted characters, unfinished stories, hid. A world for rebels. A guy in a leather jacket with a pencil tucked behind his ear walked over—the Ghostwriter, and his grin said he was glad she made it.

That’s why they got the attention of the other writers. "You will not attend, Infinity?" Pipay raised her eyebrows when she approached them. "Hey, Infinity! You should own up to the tears and broken hearts of your readers. You should get your award yourself!” Robin was already walking in their direction. Not a few seconds passed, and her co-writers surrounded her cubicle. Felice, Louise, Angelica, Pipay, and Robin are already there. "I-It's not like that. But because...I don't have anything to wear yet." She just made excuses for them.

We stayed silent until the elevator stopped on the tenth floor. “We are on Mrs. Lucerne’s floor.” She announced. We walked the well-lit hallways. We passed by what looked like a dining hall. I had mistaken it for the cafeteria, and my stomach grumbled again, but Jo shook her head. She opened the door and got inside. I followed her gingerly. “This is the employee’s lounge. Our writers stay here, especially those who love to smoke. There’s a separate room there where they can smoke to their hearts' content.” She told me and pointed to a secluded, walled, covered room.