Young Novelist Novels & Stories

I mutter. Suddenly, a somewhat annoying handsome guy startles me from behind my chair, right behind where I'm sitting. "Hey, why keep studying? You're already smart," he says. His name is Devano Samuel Escapra, a student in 11th-grade science class (Grade 2 High School). He's my classmate, a handsome guy, a bad boy, a member of a motorcycle gang, and the only child of the owner of Escapra Gold Company, a small gold mining business. Unfortunately, he's also the most diligent student who always shows up in the counseling room. Not because of his achievements but because of the trouble he often causes.

“Yes?” “This is Mara Ellison from Horizon Literary Agency. I’m reaching out because we’ve come across an anonymous manuscript that’s been circulating in underground literary circles for the past few months. It’s a powerful, raw exploration of emotional neglect in a high-society marriage, the reclamation of identity, and the painful beauty of second chances. The writing is exceptional. We believe it could be a major debut novel.” My heart stuttered. The anonymous novel I had written during the darkest months—pouring my pain, my resilience, and my quiet strength onto the pages late at night when sleep evaded me.

They had rather conveniently butchered the company's finances, with the help of their lackeys doubling as the company's directors. There were some personal details in there too. Most notable was the record of the affair between her uncle and her stepmother Mabel. Joan remembered she'd received information of the nature from her anonymous writer. That was the letter that set everything that has happened to this point in motion. It was the letter that brought her back home to New York. Joan wondered if she could find her anonymous writer. She yearned to learn the identity of the writer. At first, she blamed the writer for all the difficulties she experienced on her return to New York. But now

And his eyes were finally removed from me and focused on the file. Name: Christine Williams Age: 23 Personality: Simple and does not care about trending styles. Fond of bright colours. Occupation: A third-rate novelist... Writes erotica short stories to make a living... Announcing my biodata with his deep voice, he glanced at me with some dark holds in them. His brow arched and I swear upon God, I saw an evil smirk! My eyes were immediately removed from his. Fuck! My novelist identity is unknown to people and only God knows how they get to know about it.