Writing A Novel In November Novels & Stories

I lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about my demons, the ones that haunt me in my dreams. I am thankful for all the drama that happened today because I didn’t have time to think about my horrible memories. 25th of June, the day my innocence got ripped from me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Every year, when this time of the year comes—I feel dirty. Today, the 25th of June. I still remember his voice. I don’t think I will ever forget it. The whole reason I started writing; to get everything out of my chest. Everything I wrote in my book ‘Behind Closed Doors’ is based on my life, though people might think its fiction. It’s now the best-selling novel, and people don’t

Hey, I know it's been a two years since the last update and I would like to apologise to keep you waiting. I lost a motivation to continue this novel so I abandoned it. Does this mean the novel might be incomplete? Absolutely not! I'm going to finish the novel this year, I just went to self care journey with my mental health. Not those shity self improvement where I need to wake up 5am or something like that. But now I find my motivation to finish this novel that I start. Starting today I'll update everyday until it finished. I'm planning to finish it before I start my third year college in psychology. See you on next update.

The Washington November morning was dark outside the window with the specific, particular darkness that arrives in November before the city has fully committed to winter but has begun the transition. The rose was on the windowsill in its winter rest. Patient. Rooted. Entirely itself. I had been writing since five. Not the frantic, deadline-driven writing of someone trying to finish. The calm, deliberate writing of someone who knew what needed to be said and was saying it correctly in the order it needed to be said in. The last chapter was about the other side.

The End Author's notes: Wow, what a fucking wild ride folks. Please exit left, fix your hair, and take a deep breath. I know you guys have been waiting patiently, and now that this ride is over. I am going to take a small break for my baby girl and my momma's birthday this upcoming week. I will start updating book 4 on November 3, 2025! See you guys there!

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PART TWO: Things That Go Bump April 2016 CHAPTER TEN The Upside Down Books When Brad glanced down at the lower right-hand corner of his computer screen, he was surprised to find it was a quarter to eleven p.m. He’d sat down to write at eight, planning to work for only an hour. He’d gotten caught up in the story, however, hitting a streak and riding the wave of inspiration. It felt good to be this motivated again after struggling for months.

CHAPTER TWO. Nova’s POV Cassian had taken me in while his men worked on my car. Kept me in a room that I haven’t had the privilege of exploring. I had assignments to do. Things to take pictures of. Documentary to film. That was what brought me to the dessert. I held my camera tightly with my elbow and stepped out. The Crawl moon clubhouse doesn’t look like much from the road.

So this was how it was going to go, Blake Shite slammed her laptop closed and sat back in her very comfy office chair. She'd been locked up in her home for a week, trying to put words to her new book. But nothing. Not a single word made it onto the screen, her fingers hovered, typed, deleted. Over and over. She rubbed a hand over her tired eyes and stood, stretching her back. She would go down to the kitchen, make herself a cup of coffee, toast and try again. Her phone rang on her desk and she glared down at it. Her agent, Donna, again. She growled at the phone, ignored it, and went down to her kitchen. Blake didn't have time to deal with Donna now, as her friend, Donna understood that she w

I answer the phone immediately saying the code we came up with so he knows to speak freely “She turns 18 tomorrow she will find her mate at midnight tonight after her first shift don’t do anything yet but keep her close grovel apologize whatever it takes just keep her close” and with that he hangs up leaving my head swimming even more and the anger even more noticeable. The door bell rings and Kelly answers it calling out food and Shannon the omega is here so I put on my best performance and get to work. Nova’s POV

However, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat as I turned to head for the bed. There was a little piece of paper with a note written on it on my bedside table. Even though I did not recognize the handwriting, the message chilled me: "At midnight, meet me in the ancient oak forest. Come alone." I felt a surge of fear mixed with curiosity. What did they want from me, and who could have written this note? I was standing there pondering my options when I heard a slight scratching noise coming from the window. I turned to see a single word scrawled on a tiny piece of paper that was adhered to the glass: