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“We thrive ourselves in not only fantasy and fiction short stories but worldwide gossip as well. Sometimes a job will require you to leave the location and interview certain people. This job will require some traveling and I might ask you to go to certain places with me. I’m assuming that’ll be doable, right?” “Yes, of course,” I said, nodding along with her words. “Perfect,” she said, turning to face me. “We are also working on the book publication portion of our company, and we are hoping to get some books written and released within the upcoming year. If you know anyone interested in getting their book published and released, someone who is good at writing, let me know and I’ll take a loo

I wasn't sure if I was paying any attention to what Harriet was saying, as I was preoccupied with watching the way the author was explaining things. "When did you decide you wanted your books to be published?" "Honestly," she said, subduing the embarrassment ringing in her voice, "it was entirely my dad and one of my ex-best friends." "How is that?" "I had other plans. I’m a teacher. A small elementary school teacher. I’ve always loved my job. The writing part is something I do out of boredom and never love." She blinked and, laughing, she said, "Maybe a bit of love. That friend of mine persuaded me to write, but if it weren't for my dad, I would’ve never got my book published."

I am really thankful to God because he gave me the things, I wouldn’t imagine I can do. It took me two weeks to finish the novel. I paused for a while and after it, I proceed to the revising stage so I can submit it to the publishing houses. I passed it to the publishing houses that I know but I only received feedback from one and its rejection feedback. I asked for the evaluation but they didn’t respond anymore. One time when I am scrolling on my Facebook account, I saw a new digital book platform where you can apply your story for a contract with good compensation. I tried to apply without any expectations. Days after, their editor contacted me and gave me the contract. An exclusive one.

I stared at the floor, my heart slamming against my ribs. After a few seconds, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Hi, Chad," I lowered my voice. "I need you to look into something for me. Name your price…" Silence fell back over the room, broken only by the rustling of paper bags and packaging spread across the floor. Aria's muffled sobs drifted in the air, but I felt as if all sound had gone deaf to me.

He trailed off, a spark of mischief glinting in his eyes. I narrowed mine suspiciously. “What?” “You’ve earned it.” “Earned what?” His smile deepened, and then he dropped it like it was casual, like it was nothing. “The chance to publish your own book.” I froze, my fingers still hovering above the keyboard. “What?” “You heard me.” His tone softened, though his eyes never left mine. “You’ve worked hard here, Haven. You’ve proven yourself more than capable. I think it’s time you stop hiding behind my manuscripts and let the world see yours.”

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I subtly inhaled his scent for a couple of seconds to allow myself to calm down, and when I finally did, I looked up at him. “Good News or bad news first.” “Bad news.’ “I want to start with the good news.” “Why then did you ask me?” “The illusion of choice.” He pinched my waist lightly and I squealed, then broke out into a laugh. I nestled closer to him and he rubbed my back softly. “I had a meeting today.’ “With?” “I'm getting to that.” “My bad.” I shot him a playful glare and he raised his hand in mock surrender. “I met with a publisher today, they reached out a couple of days ago that they want to produce physical copies of my work. They also wish to make a TV adaptation of it.”

"This is Claire Edwards from Harper & Lane Publishing. We've come across your story, and we're interested in discussing a potential book deal. Would you be available to meet next week?" I froze, my heart racing. A book deal? How did they even know my story? And why now? Elias leaned forward, concern etched on his face. "What is it?" I met his eyes, my voice barely above a whisper. "They want to publish my story."

And, so I just decided to print this book for my publishing house as I thought that I should give at least one chance to my publishing house as this book might change my life as I saw a kind of attraction from it which I thought that everyone should witness it so the very next day after reaching my publishing house I ordered my workers to print the book and for starting I just printed around 100 copies which to my amazement just got sold in 5 days because of which I again decided to print 500 more copies of the same book and that too also got sold out to my surprise within just 15 days from the day of printing but that wasn't enough as soon after the stock out of all the 600 copies I got cal

She had submitted the manuscript in June, two weeks after finishing it, and had spent the intervening period discovering that finishing a book and releasing it into the process of becoming published were two separate experiences with very little in common. “Which publisher,” she said. “Meridian,” her agent said. “The largest independent academic press that also publishes for a general readership. They do not usually request author meetings at this stage. The editorial director read the full manuscript in forty-eight hours and is requesting a meeting rather than routing through standard acquisition channels.” She paused. “Sera. What she is doing is not what publishers do.” “Thursday,” Sera sa