Get Paid To Write Words

hello, possible future student, you may call me professor Null, and I'm the person who's going to be guiding you through the records of time and space and also the person who will be helping you to create your very own system! systems are the root of most novels and what they revolve around, So you have to make sure you can do the concept greatly! and I will be teaching you how to do that. (PS : funs for traveling the records every time you go inside of the book is about...1 stone)

"I don't hate you", her voice was barely a whisper against his chest. she could hear his heartbeat. "I know sweetheart" he murmured, his arm tightening around her. she looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. "But I should hate you". "You should", he cupped her face between his hands, eyes burning with intensity. "And that makes me the luckiest guy in the world that you can't manage to' he rasped.

In a world where unspoken truths can weigh heavier than mountains, no one ever warned me about the danger of words left unsaid. I always thought I could handle it—breaking my heart seemed easier than breaking my mind, after all. But it turns out, the mind is a far more dangerous place than the heart. It doesn’t heal quickly, and it doesn’t forget. What happens when you leave words hanging in the air is that they start to fill every empty space, crowding out anything else, leaving only the residue of missed opportunities and what-ifs. My journal sat in front of me now, filled with everything I’d never said. All the words that could have changed something, anything. It was strange, how it felt so much easier to discard an entire journey than it did to let go of a single glance from yesterday. The words I left behind felt heavier than the pages I wrote them on. I didn’t even know why I kept writing anymore—maybe because it was the only place where I could finally speak, even if no one would ever read it. The reality of not saying things, of keeping my feelings buried, left a deeper scar than any conversation I never had. But what could I do? It’s not like the words would ever come, not now. What was left were the possibilities—the ones that never had a chance to come to life. A life where we could have made different choices, said the things we were too scared to say. But the past is a cruel thing to hang onto. It taunts you with the “what could have been” but never gives you any answers. And so, I sat there, sighing as I thought about how this was all I could do—curse the world, blame myself, and wonder if maybe there was something I could have changed. Maybe I could’ve found a way to let him know how I felt. Maybe I could’ve found the courage to stop pretending. But now, I was just left to face the weight of silence, and it felt as heavy as the words I could never speak. I thought I could be fine, that time would wash it all away—just move on, I told myself. But the more I tried, the more I found myself tangled in a web of thoughts that didn’t make sense. The days and nights we spent together were now just memories—snippets of laughter, quiet moments, little glances exchanged in the middle of the chaos, all trapped in the space between the confusion and the comfort of what used to be. I looked back, trying to make sense of it all, but it was like trying to hold water in my hands. The harder I tried, the more it slipped through my fingers. I regard all of us, how we all fall into this trap—how we’re all just people, trying to navigate this world with the hope that someone might catch us, that someone might finally understand what we didn’t say. Maybe we all end up here, stuck in the mess of things we wanted to say, but never did. And at the end of the day, there’s no one to blame but ourselves. We’re the ones who held back, who kept our truths hidden, all for the sake of protection, or pride, or fear. It’s easy to blame the world for the things that go wrong, but in the end, we’re the ones who let it go unspoken. And maybe that’s the hardest part—learning that we were the ones who stood in our own way.

In my previous life, I died because of working overtime under the pressure of my boss. After the death, the soul to stay in the world, accidentally found that my husband and my best friend hid from me and had an affair for a long time. In this life, I was reborn one month before my sudden death, and I got a gold finger that instantly earned one million yuan if I used one yuan. This time, I will make you all pay.

Reborn Flames, a writer, who's known for his shitty novel, ‘The world of trials’, found himself stuck in his prologue. Not a writer’s block. Actual stuck as in real life stuck in his novel. Everything seem to go well yesterday, he was offered an adaptation for his novel, and a big interview was arranged by his company. But when he opened his eyes, he awaken to see a white room, and he mistakes reality for some sort of dream

It is to be known, when a girl turns sixteen-: She is no more a girl! And, it is to be added, a man's greatest charm, is his rich earns and wit of standing out!! ***** ‘To, Miss Victoria Lancaster… My pen has sung, my writing has spoken… and I still remain a stranger! Or am I? My apologies for the wait, I stood by the riverside in Welsh lands, wondering why an imposter would impersonate my writings to you… Forgive me for calling him the word—I stand hurt, and hurt even more by this! From Prince Harry McVourse… with Love.' ***** Victoria Lancaster, fourth of the six Lancaster siblings, stands in the predicament of societal wants and her lone desire for love. Being introduced to society for the first time, and as the first daughter of her family to be introduced, she needs a successful first season. And a successful season for a lady means, securing a suitor and a husband! Concurrently, Harry McVourse, standing as Knight, seeks the same accomplishments as Victoria, but his situation is quite melodramatic! His mother, the third of King Charles' five wives—though each was married one after the other and divorced except for the last—seeks to have her two sons marry swiftly and bless her with a grandson. A grandson is not her will but a want from King Charles, demanded of his sons. This, indeed, is an all-queens' contest to see whose son shall deliver a grandson first. Knight, despite understanding the depth and urgency of the matter, knows that the partner must be his. An uncareful selection would lead to years of despair and pain! As of that matter, he depicts societal balls and celebrations as a confined showcase of hypocrisy and pretense. He needs see the eligible spinsters beyond societal confines, and that’s what leads him to stand as a night guard in the Lancasters' new London mansion. A coincidence? Therefore, with Victoria Lancaster being the definite spinster Knight becomes much engaged with, he gradually develops a desire for the girl. However, despite this desire, he is opposed by many admirers, especially his brother, Prince Edward McVourse, whose efforts cannot be overlooked, in addition to his half-brother, Prince William McVourse, a lad whose in future leaves Knight wrathful due to a certain impotent depiction. As a result, he delights in the idea of writing to Lady Lancaster every morning. An anonymous write! His intention being; to the least, stand out from the men in pursuit. However, without Knight’s knowledge, Victoria is slowly enjoying the curves and words in those writings. Each night, she dreads time to pass quickly, anticipating another writing to be brought to her. She becomes intrigued until she desires to know the man behind the writing. Additionally, her mother pressures her to stand firm on the choice of the man she is to choose—Lord Edward, Knight’s elder brother, who is said to possess two hundred thousand a year. The letters draw Victoria and Knight closer, but their budding connection faces significant challenges. Knight must navigate the rivalry with his brothers, particularly Edward and William, both competing for Victoria's hand, in addition to formally acquainting himself with the ladyship. Victoria, on the other hand, struggles to reconcile her growing feelings for the unknown writer with her mother's expectations and the societal norms of the time. What happens next? "In His Writing" is a novel set in the Victorian era, embracing themes of romance, mystery, and conflict, in addition to societal conflicts, identity, and desires. (DAILY UPDATES A WEEK.) I HOPE Y'ALL SHALL ENJOY. LIKE, COMMENT.

A bossy jewel designer with an ill-feeling towards all things romance has to enter into a temporary relationship with her Personal Assistant to save her face from a scandal only to have her no-romance stance challenged and unwanted ghosts from the past reawakened. ••••••• Twenty-six Amelia Bronte is the owner of a successful fast growing millionaire jewellery company. However, the public image of pseudo confidence she displays is nothing but a facade: A traumatic event in her young adulthood has turned her off romance and anything that comes along with it. That includes men! Then again, one interview with the right man and a social media scandal sponsored by her ex is all it takes to question her hard stance against romance, but will it be enough to make the tall walls built around her heart crumble? ......................................................... This story is a work of fiction. With the exception of recognized historical figures, the characters are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is coincidental. All right reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise-without the prior written permission of the author.

When the renowned CEO William Anderson meets Dahlia Sinclair, he thinks she is just another woman her grandmother has set him up with. However, he is completely caught off guard when Dahlia looked him in the eyes and said, "Let's get married!"

This is not a novel but a statement of why i have deleted all my works from online platforms and plan on returning with a new identity.

Ava Blanton was a condemned criminal, later the unwitting vessel for a botched transmigration that had left her consciousness welded with fragmented memories of an unknown Earth woman. Their minds imperfectly combined, Ava battled an identity crisis. Emotions, desires, and experiences that were both native and foreign flitted through her mind. Torn between two imperfect lives, Ava faced higher states of psychological turmoil in which she couldn't quite be sure where one self ended and another started.

A story that revolves a group of teens that deals with love, anger, happiness and sadness before they enter their 20s.

If wisdom was a course taught in schools, trust me, it would be the most extensive and expensive course ever. But nah... it has nothing to do with IQ or being smart. It is rather more of spiritual than natural.

"I'm not here to play games, Your Highness," Danae whispered, her eyes locked on the prince's. "I'm here to uncover the truth. And if you're not willing to trust me, then perhaps you're not worth saving." The prince's gaze narrowed, his voice low and husky. "And what makes you think I need saving?" *** Danae, a skilled healer and apothecary, is secretly hired by the queen dowager to help her son, the crown prince, who has fallen ill under mysterious circumstances. Danae is tasked with finding the cause of the prince's illness and curing him without revealing her true identity or purpose. Upon arriving at the palace, Danae is surprised to find that nobody outside the palace has ever seen the crown prince, she doesn't recognize him and neither does he know why she's in the palace. But complications arise when Danae discovers a shocking truth about herself. That's she's not actually Danae, but Scarlett. She must navigate the challenges of a bygone era while keeping her true identity and purpose hidden. As she and the prince grow closer, they must confront the consequences of their hidden identities and the danger that surrounds them.

He was accidentally transported to another world, gained the power of self-defense... or so he thought. Instead, he obtained the power of the Self-Defense Forces. Using modern weapons and equipment, such as medicine, he lives freely. This is the story of his journey with a girl he saved, traveling through the world.

this book entails how it's normal to meet mean people be it once in a while and also meeting people who will care, embrace and love every side of you without you even knowing Both the pain and happiness of love are entailed in this book the dangers and threats of risking it all for happiness

Kazuki Yamada, an 18-year-old university student in Tokyo, is determined to leave his painful past behind. Orphaned by a tragic accident and mistreated by his cruel relatives, Kazuki’s life has been a series of unfortunate events. Now, at the prestigious Tokyo University, he hopes to reinvent himself and escape his troubled history. However, his first day of university takes a dramatic turn when he heroically helps an elderly woman cross the street, only to be struck by a car in the process. When Kazuki wakes up in the hospital, he is not only nursing physical injuries but also an unexpected new reality. He has activated a mysterious system with a loli-voiced AI that demands he complete increasingly perverted tasks to survive. From stealing panties to peeking on unsuspecting girls, Kazuki must navigate this bizarre, often humiliating system while trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy. The system's rewards—new skills, experience points, and, ultimately, the means to stay alive—are tied to his interactions with beautiful women. As Kazuki fumbles through his new life, working part-time at a convenience store and dealing with his classmates, he encounters a colorful cast of characters, including Haruka Takahashi, a friendly but popular girl, and Rina Yoshida, a quiet and enigmatic student. Alongside these initial characters, he faces challenges from local gangsters and intriguing mature women. As Kazuki’s perversion deepens and his interactions grow more intimate, the stakes of his tasks escalate.

Bryce was an orphan who had went through some rough experience, leading him to walk on the path he's currently on. However, the boundlessly chaotic nature of fate decided to involve him in things that one would never hope to witness and experience ever in their life. Every human has at least a quote or a single words that speaks up to them. Bryce is no exception. He will have one for himself, sooner or later. Just how impacful will the discovery be to him? A/N: This my first urban fantasy content, please consider voting and adding it to library if you enjoy it.

If anyone were to tell you that a picture is worth a thousand words, you should tell them to shut up. Or, in the very least, slap them in the face with a baseball bat. A picture isn't the same thing as words on a page. At least a picture is interesting; I mean, your eyes gloss over words far more than images, and the more cryptic the image, the longer you look at it. No, a picture is not a mere blurb on a page. A picture is like a movie without motion, or a still portal, an empty doorway, and I'd know that very well. Too well. But I digress. After all, you're reading words on a page for the heck of it. Weirdo. My name is Veridian, and what I'm about to say is going to sound crazy. I'm one of the Wanderers. It sounds insane, I know. I'm only, what, nineteen? And yet, I'm the youngest Wanderer there is. I didn't even realise I was one until the Great Merging happened. But I'm probably getting ahead of myself. I'll go back to when it all started, right after the Merging, and then we can take it slow. After you hear my story, maybe you'll be able to help me get out of here. Just whatever you do, don't tell Uncle Romford. Please.

A quiet reserved boy with a humble background tells a story of himself, his family, friends and neighbors. He just observes and we are able to get to his mind to tell of his adventures, both the good and the bad. Who is the better person, his dad, the priest, Miss Betty or his mother. We see how objectivity and subjectivity matter in descriptions of people.

Literature is like the ocean and the true love of a mother; it's everlasting. I must say that all my thoughts, my tears, my feelings, and even some of my secrets hide inside the poems I've written. Everlasting Words is a book compilation of poems I have written. The compilation of words gives an everlasting smile. This is your little writer who love arts, and writing is my hideaway. I hope you can also check out my novels and quotes compilation, which will be available here soon. Thank you and I love you, My Sunshines!

This is Word Warrior! Here, we take a dive into Sarah's adventures in trying to join a writing competition.

This story is about a boy who wants to follow a life free from any excessive restrictions or obligations. But to do it he must become stronger than everyone else, in a world full of dangers and obstacles from everywhere... The cover image is not my property.