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Ravi Singh is going through a phase. Between her brother's death and the sudden move to another house to create space for her father's family you can say she's going through a lot. But that only worsens when she finds out the boys in her new school have made a bet about her and things get even more confusing when Luca McQueen–one of the boys–offer to be her fake boyfriend just so the boys don't hurt her. Ravi is hesitant because fake relationships are bound to end badly but will this be different?

Shuvam got an software that is an amazing piece of tech. See how he uses it to make his career as an anonymous game developer who is known for for making the most complexed games of uncrackable nature. Watch him make his dreams come true, help his family, get admired by gamers and be the best indie game developer.

"Manon's dream of becoming a bestselling author just took a sharp turn into a real-life thriller! One minute she's battling writer's block, the next, a mysterious, ornate bracelet gifts her with the power to write words that shimmer into reality. But this magic comes with a price: she's plunged into a dangerous mystery surrounding 'Over the Moon,' a stolen fantasy novel rumored to hold powerful secrets. At a glamorous costume party, a crucial chapter of 'Over the Moon' vanishes, and Manon finds herself kidnapped and left for dead. Waking up with cryptic messages and a pounding headache, she's determined to uncover the truth. But things get even more complicated when a masked blonde stranger keeps appearing, his intentions as unclear as his identity. And to make matters worse, she suspects her secret crush, the aloof Robin, might be connected to the theft. Now, high school isn't just about surviving pop quizzes – it's a race against time to recover the stolen chapter, decipher the cryptic messages, and figure out who she can trust. Can Manon master her newfound powers and unravel the mystery of 'Over the Moon' before her own story ends in tragedy? Or will her dream of becoming a writer become a deadly reality?"

Fourth book of my Desire Series. --- Callum Stride an author of many books but yet to upload any of them is an anti-social but social when needed, high schooler that goes through life, one step at a time. The only friend he has is his best friend Chelsea Martin who always gives him a headache. What Callum doesn’t know is that he’s caught the attention of one of the jocks at school who is silently stalking him. A love that starts online between the author of his favourite book Tales of Lore and Lies and himself. What happens when they find each other? Reviews and comments welcomed. Cover art by: the_nerd.artist On Scribblehub & Inkitt

Welcome to The tortured writers. They are not as perfect as they seem.

In the world of Althera, destiny itself seemed to have chosen its main actors. The Heroes received the blessings of the gods, gaining powers that surpassed the limits of humanity. The Regressors returned from the future carrying memories of the world's coming destruction. The Reincarnators brought knowledge from their previous lives, creating miracles that should never have existed in that era. Even the Novel Readers who had been drawn into this world possessed knowledge of its secrets, its key figures, and the storyline that would determine the fate of the continent. Each of them had something that made them extraordinary. Something that gave them an advantage over everyone else. Yet there was one existence that possessed none of those things. His name was Alunaris. He was not a Hero chosen by the gods. Not a Regressor who knew the future. Not a Reincarnator carrying knowledge from another world. Nor was he a Novel Reader who knew the story of this world. Alunaris was the very first being ever born in Althera. Long before the gods created their kingdoms. Long before dragons ruled the skies. Even long before the concepts of magic and destiny were known to the world. While everyone else relied on blessings, systems, knowledge of the future, and hidden information, Alunaris possessed nothing but himself. However, there was one secret that no one knew. If the gods were the creators of the world... Then Alunaris was the witness who had watched that world come into existence. And as the countless individuals blessed by destiny began to fight for the future of Althera, they slowly came to realize a terrifying truth. The being they had considered the most ordinary of all... Was, in fact, the oldest existence, the greatest mystery, and perhaps the one closest to the very origin of the world itself.

THERE are tragic writers who live out in the world they are the Gods tv destined to die again and again tragically forever

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Writer: "Hello, there." He said to you—reader. "Don't worry. This whole 4th wall-breaking thingy, won't be the main theme of this novel. I promise" he said winking. "And like your first time, it's gonna end real quick." He said holding his laughter. "Anyways, If you are looking for a novel: full of bad parodies, jokes that don't land quite right, and gore scenes that might make you question the author's sanity. And of course, without forgetting to mention, a bunch of Jojo-like characters, meaning: Hot, and beefy dudes—by the way, I'm one of them.—that will make you question your sexuality, I can assure you that. And all of it covered with cringe; and when I say cringe, I meant it, a lot of it. If you are looking for that, and somehow, wasn't locked up in an asylum yet. Oh, boy! Do I have a novel for you? Oh! I almost forget to say; so I'm gonna say it now, for some reason, the author of this "thing" decided to only introduce me—the main character—in the story later on. So it gonna take some time for your boy here, to show up. But don't worry, I will show up—inevitably, at some point, I think. And one more thing, my name is Writer and the author calls himself Author; so if it gets confusing in the future, blame that uncreative pile of garbage, not me."