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Stefn Sylvester Launches A Mobile App for Android Phones

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With Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu, I am connecting a global community through the power of the story. Discover free and paid stories, poems and ebooks authored by me and created by writers around the world! 

Whatever you’re into—whether it’s romance, science fiction, motivational, epic, horror, mystery, comedy, action adventure, fantasy, young adult fiction or fanfiction—you’ll find it all for free on Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu.

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Save your favorite stories and take them with you wherever you go—even offline. Don't want to miss any story, poem or freebie ebook? Simply sync your account with your social media profiles, e.g Facebook, Twitter, Google, etc, so you can easily pick up where you left off, whether you’re on your laptop, tablet or phone. 


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Join the community of Bookers! Connect directly with writers and other readers and discuss the latest plot twists by leaving comments alongside the latest stories. React in real time as new chapters are added, share your favorite lines or create beautiful visual quotes. Read together! Share your library or create reading lists so your friends always know what you’re reading. 

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Got your own story to tell? I run a self publishing firm with a supportive community to fit in your budget. Cost is minimal. I can help you publish your stories, books and poems on popular eBook stores like Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books and Okada Books. 

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Already a Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu fan? Follow me on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Linkedin to stay up-to-date on your favorite writers, stories, poems, contests, freebies and more! 






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