Youngest Novelist Novels & Stories

Hi readers! I just want to take the time to thank you. I hope you have been enjoying reading "Who's The Loser Now?" thus far. This is the first time I'm writing a novel. Honestly, I'm not a reading type of person. I didn't see myself writing an essay for the public to read, let alone a novel. So to be writing my first novel is really something new, yet exciting for me. Shout out to all the authors whose books I've been reading and in turn got inspired to write my own.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Author's Letter Hi it's me, Maple Writes I felt like the world was doubting I could do it. After being scouted by some editors, I was brought to GoodNovel by one of the head and best Editors, who messaged me to write on their platform. A mere 18 year old girl writing a werewolf story with mature and cryptic scenes.

Hi! My name is Paola and I'm an aspiring writer. This book was written by the 16th-year-old me. I decided to upload it here on GoodNovel to see what reactions I could get from readers. I know that the story needs to work in grammar. I wanted to put it out there because gaining readers and seeing what people think of my craft is what inspires me to keep fighting to become a successful writer. This is what I want to be doing for the rest of my life, it is my passion. So, I hope you enjoy what've done so far and any suggestions are greatly appreciated.

' 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.

Tife Okuwobi, ID number; 40515176, email; lamefacebook72@g***l. com. GoodNovel company. Dear GoodNovel Application Company, Request to remove my novel from your application. My name is Tife Okuwobi with the ID number; 40515176. I have a novel entitled "One Thousand Years" on your application. I wrote a letter to you some few weeks back about terminating the contract I signed with GoodNovel company and I was sent a reply for the agreement.

Grisella POV ________ When I was a teenager, my mind was filled with beautiful dreams. The dreams that I enthusiastically want to achieve. The one thing that I was most afraid of in those days was death. My youthful spirit may have faded now. I am not young, Grisella anymore. Grisella Winston, my name sounds simple. I am 24 this year. The more I grow up, the more thirsty for my world. At first, I was a novelist who produced extraordinary works. I have fans everywhere, I make a lot of money, and it allows me to buy whatever I want. This time if I remember, it still feels beautiful

Nick asked. He remained standing until Ayleen invited him to sit. Nick happily accepted and took the seat Sea had occupied earlier. "Not always. But I personally love writing and hope to become an author someday." Her answer made Nick's eyes sparkle. "Ah, I love writing too." Ayleen's eyes widened. "Really? Have you written any short stories? Or maybe a novel... or even poetry?" Nick smiled. "Yes. I've written one." "It's a novel." "Really? That's wonderful! Is it finished already? Have you ... tried submitting it to a publisher?" Ayleen asked enthusiastically.

She had a cute face, which matched her short hair perfectly. It was just like the other night when I worked here. The popular millionaires and billionaires, mostly their sons or daughters, were here to have fun. The club was lively and never dull for them, but for me? It was as if I was living on an isolated island. As I've said before, Lazarus Cavanaugh holds the record for the youngest Chief Executive Officer in the world. Most CEOs are older, typically forty and above. They're considered veterans, but Lazarus made an exception.

He sat in the kitchen for a moment with the closed phone in his hand, and the kitchen was warm, and outside the November garden was being its structural patient self, and somewhere in Minsk a fifteen-year-old girl with her father's directness was going to open a letter and read that she was doing the right thing and to keep going. "The third novel," Elian said. "Yes?" Dante said. "There's a character," Elian said. "Young. A reporter. She finds documents about something that the people with power want to stay hidden." He paused. "I didn't know where she came from. Now I do." "Nadia," Dante said. "Not literally," Elian said. "Not her specifically. But the — the quality. The fifteen-year-old wh

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.