what if the world of black Lagoon got a new character plucked from this world and given new memories and skills of that of a highly skilled individual before being thrown into the shit, protected by the Author God he will thrive and have a hell of a good time doing it all, can anyone stop him...Nope

Alisha meets Carter, the famous male model for 'Just', when he climbs through her bedroom window, and takes her favourite pair of Lacey black panties. 

He then jumps out the window and runs out onto the pavement, yelling to her 'I know you'll miss me baby, but you'll be OK' 

What would you do if you were in that situation? well you tell me

A random writing collaboration between some of Webnovel’s craziest authors. Prepare to get your soul rocked and your butts blasted off!

Give me ideas or criticism you think will help my writing go further, i want to try writing for a job but am obviously new. thanks

Have you ever wanted to write a famous novel? Do you want to become a famous well respected author? Hoping to make a career out of you're writing hobby? 

Well, then don't read this. This will tell you the ins and out of this terrible "system" and community. 

This book was written by GatorWine. Under no circumstances, should you take anything this individual says at face value. This person is not a trained professional, or even an intelligent being.

I have more problems and events in life than difficulties for authors. So, sometimes I don't know what to write here.

A co-author told me to write something fictionary, like dramatize what happened in Discord. I thought of doing that today but I can't even remember the drama, so I have to skip it. I also don't want my friends to think that I'm using them for my entries here.

Anyway, I want to write something about errors, habitual mistakes, and others that readers caught in our books. Some are even unusual ones. These might sound funny but a bit disturbing to us authors. With no further ado, let's start rolling.

1.) I got this reader's review in my IGMB book.

-Although I have not read too much, lemme summarize the first 9 chapters...
Ending of each chapter: "Little did she know"
Please have better cliff hangers as I read on.- 

Haha, I didn't realize it until this person pointed it to me. I laughed and felt frustrated at the same time when I read it. Don't think of looking for those errors now, I've changed it right after he told me.

2.) This one I found in another story but I won't tell on what book.

-He often puts too many thoughts into one sentence, and it can get exhausting to read. In addition, he uses the same physical descriptions too often. For example, whether it's "knitting eyebrows", "cocking eyebrows", "raising eyebrows", "lowering eyebrows", or "quirking eyebrows", the character's eyebrows are in a constant state of flux. In fact, the word "eyebrow" comes up 435 times in 40 chapters.-

Readers, please be forgiving to us newbie authors. 

3.) I saw this one as a meme but it's hilarious.

-I'm sure a spy is near. She wears shades, black. She wears that usual color, black. Her clothes, black. Why writers always describe a spy or villain as if these characters love black colors?-

A color problem when describing. I'll take note of this and make sure my villain and spies wear bright colors.

4.) I got this one from the forums.

— The fact that ONLY the protagonists can coome up with new ideas and methods. Everyone else just follows their predecessors and assume they were right as the methods are time-tested. This is the biggest reason for protagonists in cultivation novels to go from weaklings to OP...and its just lazy.-

What can a newbie or even veteran authors do? But follow the style or topic of famous books.

5.) Can you consider this as a review or hiring advertisement?

- Hello! Let me know if you need an editor. I can help you when I am free. :) that is if you are interested hahahahhaha. I just wanted to help you out. -

Ugh! Please, English is not our first language. Have mercy.

6.) Grammar errors are common reviews.

- Dear author. I hope you'll read this. I'm a bit confused with the word you use sometimes. Is it CHANGE or CHANCE? Aside from this, i love the story and the development. The characters as well. -

Most authors here really need editors. 😅

7.) I don't know what to say with these reviews. I'm speechless.

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8.) This is one of the worst reviews. I don't know what to say. (laughs, sighs, and frown)

.......i am commenting to get power stones.....😅....thanks for constantly updating😉...😊....huh?...its still not 140 character?😅

9.) Uhmmm.

If you are going to read this, do not waste your stones. Web novel wants your money. This novel is already available for free on websites if you search for it.

Please, support the authors by reading it here.

10.) I wonder, why books with Original mark on it are mistaken as Translated?

— Thanks translator. The book is getting more interesting. The CEO is becoming more human... -

— The translator should consider releasing more than one chapter a day. —

— I like the story, it's a very nice story n the translation is good. -

- End of Reviews -

Why am I posting these here? Because these reviews and comments are part of the spices of the authors' lives. 

Honestly, I love to read reviews from my readers and to get an honest review makes me happy. But I also feel bad when I receive negative ones, mostly only criticism with nothing helpful to improve my story or writing skills. Somehow, this is part of life. 

Come to think of it, famous authors received the worst, and they just shrugged it off.

Anyway, as long as people read our stories then our hard work is worth it.

INSPIRATIONAL THOUGHTS for Today:
"The Pessimist Sees Difficulty In Every Opportunity. The Optimist Sees Opportunity In Every Difficulty." – Winston Churchill

"You Learn More From Failure Than From Success. Don't Let It Stop You. Failure Builds Character." – Unknown

"It's Not Whether You Get Knocked Down, It's Whether You Get Up." – Inspirational Quote By Vince Lombardi

"If You Are Working On Something That You Really Care About, You Don't Have To Be Pushed. The Vision Pulls You." – Steve Jobs

"Failure Will Never Overtake Me If My Determination To Succeed Is Strong Enough." – Og Mandino

VERSE FOR TODAY: "A joyful heart is good medicine." Proverbs 17:22

Have a good and fruitful day.

I  invite you to read the short diary of my daily struggle as a writer. No clear update but I will try to write every day. Don't expect very long chapters.

Started as an entry for fun and submitted for writing prompt #63: One chapter post but still ongoing.

 Please add tags: #diary #drama #comedy #author #writing

Please read my ongoing story:
The Sorceress' Heir: Blossoming Youth and Power

Eric reached the pinnacle of his life. All the efforts climbing up the ladder brought him to this point of success and it was worth it.
Like a mafia boss who had attained notorious fame and spread fear, he terrorised his authors yet he was still the most acclaimed, famous and successful editor of all times.
Not even the most popular authors could throw him off the top spot he proudly claimed as his.
Eric had everything, he was rich, he was young and unbelievably craved by all the women in the world.
Charismatic, handsome and kind were words that hung like clouds over his head. Not a single bad word was written about him in the media and the press fought to write the most flattering articles about him.
If there was a person in this world who was the literal depiction of a saint, the whole world would point at Eric.
If the devil came to claim the most loved person in the world, every human would throw themselves in front of Eric and gladly offer their soul to the devil in hopes to let this pure soul of Eric's stay untainted and undevoured.
Indeed, everyone would. Everyone that didn't know Eric personally.
There were always exceptions. Each coin had two sides just like how Eric had two faces.
A tyrant, a bastard and a scum were words that circled him like a devious chant to curse him and every now and then, random voodoo dolls hung in obvious parts of the office.
Just like Eric was loved by everyone in the world outside his office, he was immensely hated inside his office.
Every author he was in charge of, loathed him with a passion. The fact that it was thanks to him they all became successful didn't matter it the face of their dignity sullied and their humanity trampled on, questioned if they even were seen as living human beings.
While Eric sat like an arrogant CEO in his office, he enjoyed the beautiful view of the large window in front of him. The sun was going down, dying Eric in a blood orange shine. Eric wasn't a successful editor for nothing. He was a hard worker who deserved to be the top editor.
"What a great view," Eric toasted to the window with his wine glass and twirled it in his hand before gulping it down.
What a delicious taste. The whole sonata of his anguished authors made him smile. Ah yes, the suffering of the authors was pure ecstasy to him.
Eric himself didn't know why he hated authors so much. Maybe because something bad happened in his past life but Eric didn't believe in this bogus hogus.
All he cared about was to see those trash authors suffer even more. Their stories only became famous and popular because of him. Eric had the perfect talent and skill, the nose to know what made a great story. The public knew it and the authors bitterly knew it too.
"Wonderful," trashing the authors in his mind exhilarated him and Eric always had the habit to mumble to himself like an evil mastermind.
Knock. Knock. A knock on the door appeared.
"Come in," Eric haughty turned on his chair and put the wine glass down on his large ebony table. His office was sleek black and a few plants stood at the walls.
The door opened and a tall woman in a tight pencil skirt came in. Her pretty face was framed by her blonde hair and her hour-glass body was particularly eye-catching. She was the hot assistant every successful businessman had to have.
"Boss, you have the event tonight. Do you want me to call the car now?"
"Ah, I'm too popular," Eric sighed as if he was truly pained about that. His assistant remained motionless but inside she spit incessant cusses and slurs.
If it wasn't for the good pay and Eric's handsome face, she would've long thrown this job away, thrown herself at him and gotten a one-night stand and then run off to live on an island.
"It's really a problem, boss."
"Well," Eric sighed, "Cancel it. I still got my stuff to do."
"Of course, boss," the assistant left.
Eric still had several revisions to go through and he couldn't miss out on the opportunities to tear his authors down.
An hour passed and another knock appeared. Was it his assistant again?
"I'm really too popular," Eric was as delusional as always, "Come in."
But instead of his hot assistant, it was a young male with messy short black hair and a quite handsome face. His cheeks were red and he looked nervous enough to let the envelope he held slip.
Where did this clown come from? But Eric gave the young male a beautiful smile and the male's eyes slightly shook. Yes, be amazed by my beauty.
Eric already knew what this guy wanted. It was obvious and Eric would play it like always, be the perfect angel the public made him out to be before he viciously tore them down and shut them down forever.
Yes, this newbie was an author. Fresh blood to prey on.
"Hello there," Eric motioned the anxious male to take a seat, "Would you like some water?"
"Y-Yes please," the male slowly nodded.
Eric poured him some water, "Are you here to hand in a manuscript?"
"Y-Yes! Are you ok with that?"
"Ok with that?
Eric slightly raised his eyebrow. This fellow didn't come through her assistant? Then how the hell did he get in? This building was properly watched by tight security.
On top of that, Eric's office was on the bloody 60th floor, so how the hell did this guy make it past the security? However, Eric didn't bother with the details and instead focused on his act, "Of course, I'd love to."
"Here it is!" the male's hands were trembling so much that Eric literally felt it just by touching the envelope.
"Then let's get started," Eric opened the envelope and read the first page. Trash Trash Trash.
Cliché. Already written before. Already seen a 100 times.
Eric had some hopes for this guy seeing how he just dared to march in but instead a load of shit farted right into his face. Eric sighed and then the angel made way for the demon.
"Lemme put it bluntly," even Eric's warm and amicable tone and way of talking changed to a mocking and crude one, "It's straight up shit. If I gotta use an analogy, it'd be shitting gold compared to shitting diarrhoea, you know what you are?"
"W-What?" the male was visibly confused.
"Boy, all authors are shit. Thus they can only shit. The difference is in what they shit out. By best, they can be milked by shitting, ok? Some gold bars, that's where the vulnerable poopers known as authors become famous. Then there are the diarrhoea shitters like you, polluting the brilliant bathroom and clean toilet bowl the writing stands for, thinking their stinky diarrhoea is fairy dust. Get yourself a life and fuck off."
Eric gulped down the wine and his sharp eyes mocked the male who was flustered then offended. Eric said such vulgar words with such a casual tone. It was a stark contrast to his handsome appearance.
"I...see," the male tried to compose himself and stretched out his hands, "Can I get my manuscript back?"
"This shit?" Eric thought for a while before grinning, flashing his brilliant white teeth, "I'm in a bad mood thanks to reading your trash. This'll make me feel better."
Eric ripped all hopes of the author into tiny shreds. The white scraps of paper floated in the air before the male who had red eyes now. Yes, this was what Eric wanted to see. The authors humiliated.
"You didn't have to go so far, you... you bastard!" all the respect and admiration the guy had for Eric vanished, "Just you wait! I'll curse you! I curse you in the name of the son of the Demon Lord! You'll be cursed!"
"Boohoo, I'm so scared," Eric yawned and picked up his phone to call his assistant, "Got another case here. Take care of it. Don't let the public figure out."
The proud Eric would soon realise what blatant mistake he did. His fate was sealed.

As the most successful editor, beloved by the whole world, touted as the holy angel, Eric dared to offend everyone under heavens and hell!
Nothing new. Only problem is, well... this time... the person he offended is... this handsome, self-proclaimed Demon Lord in his office!

Demon Lord: My son cursed you, so I came to take you away.
Eric: Yeah, no thank you.
Yet the demon lord doesn't take a no.
Eric: Then why did you ask in the first place?
Demon Lord: Because I wanted to charm you.
Eric: You have no charm. Grow a pair of boobs, then come ba-

Next second, Eric finds himself in the Demon World. His punshiment? To make the aspiring demons proper authors. Only then can Eric escape. But the thing is, Eric has to teleport into each story to edit it!

The even bigger problem, the Demon Lord seems to follow him!

"Excuse me, good sir, why the hell are you the final boss in every story that I've to seduce? Please get out of here and do your duty as the Demon Lord! Stop making all the students write about you!"

Yet the biggest problem the whole universe ever had to face, all the demons... seem to want him!

"This is not a breeding ground. Thank you. Please kindly fuck off. My body is not for your lusting entertainment!!!"


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Disclaimer: This has steamy scenes and loads of profanities. Read at your own risk and be ready to have your sanity and integrity questioned.

The second book in the 'Scum Series'. You don't need to have read the first book to read this but it's a damn, funny, bs book, so read it as well- 'Shameless transmigration' it's called.

Picture doesn't belong to me. Credit to artist.

"Brother Monogatari," Seiji confidently told her his novel’s planned name.
"This name... isn’t quite as eye-catching as I’ll Die if I Don't Become Handsome," Saki remarked. "I hope that its contents are as outstanding as you say."
"You’ll have to see for yourself," Seiji said with a chuckle. "I’m going to call my home now and have Shika-chan... my relative send you the draft."
"Alright, I’ll be waiting."
They ended the call on that note.
Seiji instantly called Shika-chan and had her email a copy of his draft to Editor Yoshizawa.
All he could do now was wait. He was confident that Editor Yoshizawa would definitely call him back again today!
Saki instantly received Seigo Harano’s draft. She immediately began perusing it.
As a professional editor, Saki had strict standards for story drafts. If it couldn’t attract readers within a set word count, she would unhesitatingly give up on it, no matter who the author was.
And if she finished reading a draft from start to finish, then that basically meant the draft had passed her standards, and she would objectively give a review based on her impression.
She had given Seigo’s Become Handsome short story a review of "quite an attractive story" after one quick read-through.
Very few stories could actually receive such a good review from her on the first read-through!
Saki Yoshizawa’s strict standards were by far the highest in Thunderbolt Literature’s editing department.
When she was still a newbie, she had the astonishing feat of having criticized a young, formerly successful author to the point of making them break down in tears. And after she became more familiar with the line of work and increased her standards, she received the exaggerated nickname of "Wall of Disappointment."
All her coworkers had witnessed her rejecting newcomers’ drafts before and criticizing them to the point of despondency or leaving them in tears.
Even veteran authors would be nervous when sending her their drafts, and some even went to the point of specifically requesting editors other than her if possible.
The head editor had lectured her several times about it—he had tried to tell her to be "gentler" with the authors, and not break them.
At any rate, the nickname of "Wall of Disappointment" was no joke. If a draft could successfully get past this "Wall," it was considered a type of glory in the authors’ circle, just slightly behind that of receiving the head editor’s praise.
All the drafts that successfully passed this "Wall" would have good results after publication, better than the average results of drafts that didn’t pass this "Wall’s" standards. That’s why even though the authors always complained how Saki was too strict, she was still viewed as an important employee by the editing department.
All her coworkers believed in her ability and believed that she would eventually become an editor team leader, although this would depend on luck—the luck of receiving an excellent draft.
Saki had processed many good stories, but none were wildly popular hits yet, so she lacked absolutely convincing result. This meant that she was right on the border between an excellent editor and a famous editor known by everyone—she was barely on the wall.
Saki herself didn’t mind too much. She was just going through Seigo’s draft as per normal, using her own standards.
After she quickly read through the first page, she paused for a moment.
Instead of reading the next page, she started over again from the beginning and read again while paying close attention to every detail!
This was something she had never done before.
Saki didn’t even notice the change from her normal behavior, because all she could think of was the story she was reading right now.
This story was completely different.
It had a totally different writing style from Become Handsome, but it was just as excellent... no, even better!
The writing quality was quite high, and compared to Become Handsome, the part where it stood out the most was that it was something "fresh!"
At the very least, Saki felt that it was a fresh type of story, as she had never read such a style of light novel before.
This story seemed like a real-life romantic comedy at first. However, it was also mysterious and mystical, and there were also serious and elegant elements in the novel.
"Monsters; the abnormal; the unexplained; mystery... Brother, which word do you prefer?"
"The world may not be pure black and white, but black and white do exist and will always exist."
"Those that wear masks are humans; those that don’t wear masks are inhuman."
"Sister, don’t run around, something bad will happen."
...
Saki was drawn to sentences like these. As she quickly skimmed through the draft, she felt a strong compulsion to read further.
And when she read it again in more detail, she got addicted and lost herself in the words.
She was so lost in the story that she didn’t even hear one of her coworkers calling out for her, as her eyes were glued to her computer screen.
Saki’s female coworker thought it was rather strange. Just what was the famous "Wall of Disappointment" so busy reading?
She got curious and went over to Saki’s side to take a look at Saki’s computer screen.
A novel... when she tried reading it, Saki’s coworker also got lost in the story.
Who wrote this story? It was so well written.
Amazing!
Saki’s coworker forgot what she originally wanted to do and stood next to Saki, dazed, and read the story together with her.
This attracted another coworker’s attention.
Several editors came over as well, looked at the screen in curiosity, and were likewise attracted by the story.
When the head editor arrived at the office, he was astonished to see so many editors clumped together in one spot.
What was going on?
He walked over to the gaggle. "What are you guys doing?"
There was no response.
The head editor frowned at this and repeated his question in a louder voice.
The editors finally regained their senses and were sheepish to notice that their boss was standing beside them.
"Head editor, we’re reading a draft... it’s incredibly well written! The author is..."
The editors looked at Saki, unsure.
"The author is Idle Dimension by the Shore," Saki said, giving Seigo Harano’s pen name.
"Idle Dimension by the Shore... The person who wrote Become Handsome?"
"That author!? This is a totally different style from Become Handsome!"
"Can he change styles? Or is this his real style!?"
Idle Dimension by the Shore was a brand-new author who managed to rank #6 with his first short story.
This was an excellent result, so all the editors in the department had remembered this author’s pen name.
This might be an incredible newcomer... no, not might—this was definitely an incredible newcomer!
There was no doubting it anymore: his stories would definitely become bestsellers! All the editors who'd just read his draft shared this belief.
How long was it since the last time that all the editors would crowd together in front of the same computer screen to read a draft together?
The newer editors didn’t have such a memory, and only some of the veteran editors could recall... that the last time must have been about five years ago?
"Let me take a look," the head editor said in a solemn voice.
Saki stood up and let the head editor sit down in her seat.
The head editor’s name was Souzo Hattori. He was about fifty years old. His hair was greying, and his face was lined with deep wrinkles. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and had dark gray eyes.
He went to the beginning of the draft and began reading with a sharp expression.
He read one page, two pages, three pages...
And stopped right there, took off his eyeglasses, and rubbed his eyes.
"Ten years... it’s been ten years since I’ve last had this feeling while reading a light novel." Souzo sighed as he put on his eyeglasses again.
Ten years... could it be, Souzo was comparing it to that story!? All the editors were astonished.
They all believed that this story was quite good, but they didn’t expect that Head Editor Hattori would actually compare it to that story from ten years ago.
That story not only became a huge hit in Sakura Island, it even became popular in many other countries and began a new legend for its generation!


Translator note: Apologies to the readers. This series is currently on hiatus. We ask for your understanding!
A 30-year-old Chinese NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters! 
After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future... However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances? 

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