Bellerinellington
So, I just fell down the rabbit hole of your Wattpad story [Insert Book Title], and let me say—your characters had me side-eyeing my own friends like, “why aren’t you written this well?” . But then I checked the review section… and yeah, let’s just say it’s emptier than my fridge on a Sunday night. Brutal truth: readers don’t trust books that look lonely, even if the story slaps. Here’s the messed-up thing—authors spend money on flashy promos, only for readers to scroll past like “cute, but who said this book is actually good?” . Reviews, not ads, are what make readers bite. That’s why I built a little army (1500+ readers across different countries) who actually read, reflect, and then drop genuine reviews—the kind of reviews you can’t fake or buy off a Fiverr clown. You can literally start with 20–50 real readers, and instead of begging for credibility, you suddenly own it. And that’s when people stop scrolling and start reading. Now, here’s my psycho question for you: do you want your book to keep playing hide-and-seek with readers, or do you want it screaming “read me, you cowards!” with reviews that slap harder than caffeine at 3 a.m.? For contacting me my email is bellerinellington@gmail.com
Thank You.
ArindraArindraArindr
I could easily write a ticking time-bomb of a story. Just churn out cheap prose about cheap love: a poor schoolgirl clashing with the resident bad guy. Throw in some random conflicts, a cliché romance, and—here’s the twist—she’s actually running away from her rich family. Her father? A mafia lord ruling half the city. Her mother? A vampire. And her uncle? Of course, a werewolf. Pure cliché.
But my writing doesn’t get drunk on 3 a.m. coffee, and I’m no barista. I’d rather have one reader trembling than a thousand ratings yawning in boredom.
Well, I trust silence more than the fake voices bought on a Fiverr discount. You know the difference? Silence never lies.
I like my work to be quiet. Quiet is mysterious, antique, and rare. So thank you, but I’ll pass. Best of luck with your cosplay army of readers. Besides, I’m only here to test the waters—to see how far madness can drown out logic. I certainly won’t hawk diamonds by the roadside. Strong writing has its natural habitat in literary magazines.
And one last thing: I’m using The Bizarre Files narrator’s voice here, but it isn’t me writing this reply—it’s the reply that’s been plotting my downfall.
Thank You.
