Young Novelist Novels & Stories

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

After letters or texts he'll put LR. Milo Tomas Young: Light brown hair that is styled in a short messy way, blueish-greenish eyes. He's slightly shorter than Lyle, only coming up to his shoulder. He is an ex-human and used to be the New York Best Seller for four years in a row, his books always having supernaturals in them. He is obsessed with the supernatural, vampires being his favorite. Ever since he was younger, his dream was to meet an actual vampire and try to be turned. Not being a full vampire yet, he doesn't really have a special ability, but he seems to be able to get Lyle to carry him everywhere. He loves his hair being played with, and he used to identify himself as straight, bu

She touched the edge of the frame with two fingers. That summer had felt endless. She had just turned twenty-two. Fresh out of NYU, still high on the glow of a book deal no one had expected her to land so young. Theo had entered her orbit during that first literary gala. He was older, mysterious, already a ghost in the publishing world. He didn’t write under his name, but everything he touched turned to gold. Or ash. She hadn’t been able to tell which, at first.

Emmy paused for a little while as if scanning for stories in Teen fiction. Jemmy lied Lazily on the bed in her pajamas as she watched Emmy. " Should I start now, Miss? " Emmy's robotic voice rang in the room. " You can. " " Okay. " " The story is Titled My True Friend by a Young Teen Writer Queenebunoluwa15. " " Oh, but I thought most Writers are old men and women. " " That was before, Miss. Now Young Teenagers are the ones dominating the writing Industry. "

She heard her boss announce as she reached the kitchen. "Yippie!" She ran over to the kitchen counter, wagging her invisible tail. "What are you? A puppy?" He chuckled. "Woof," She played along. He laughed. She then noticed the laptop at the table, "You read my novel?" She asked, her eyes sparkled, "How was it?" "Full of cliches and grammatical and spelling errors," He stated. "Oh come on, cliches are life, and it was my first draft, I have yet to edit it," She pouted.

' Just because she's a library Prefect doesn't give her the right to bully me ' Back to Present The book was titled ' Hero ' , for a normal person it sounded Cliche and Boring but not to me. Opening the first page, I was not suprised to see the Dedication, I read it silently and I was amazed to find out that the book was written by a Young Woman of 18. ' So there are Young Writers? ' I asked myself feeling suprised. Almost all the books we read in literature class were written by old Men and Women with some of the Deceased.

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,

“I don’t think he is a fan. Look at him! He is more like her boyfriend and Ms. Spring must be waiting for him. Go ahead, Sir! Get your girl!” The young lady number two seems to be thrilled, she was even generous enough to show me the way to where is that novelist was. And to my great shock, I could not believe who is Spring Solitaire they were talking about. Is this for real? The novelist he thought was so innocent and had no idea what lust is, was the same woman he saw in the cafeteria, watching p*rn in a public place! And what did he swear when he saw the novelist? Should he preached her about her writings?

He softly intones “Like I said, ancient history. Now let’s talk about something more pleasant. Nova, since you are new to the area, would you like to tell us about yourself?” “There isn’t much to tell. I am a senior in High School, I love to dance and my parents are recently divorced.” I say softly. “Quit being humble!”Sidney laughs. “Nova is an artist and poet , though they are shy about sharing their talents, however I have seen some of Nova’s work while assisting Ms Delucca.”

PRESENT Nova The wind was cold, but I didn't move. I just stood on the balcony, leaning against the cold glass railing of my exclusive high-rise, watching the black ink of the night sky slowly bleed into a metallic gray. The glass of wine in my hand was long gone, the condensation leaving rings on the polished stone railing. I was Nova Vale, thirty years old, divorced, and standing on Billionaire's Row, exactly where Killian’s best friend always dreamed of being but could never afford.