Her First 100k Book Novels & Stories

We’re officially at 20k views, guyssss 😭 I know this might not seem like a huge milestone to some of you who are used to reading books with 100k, 500k, or even millions of views, but for me?? For the fact that this is my very first book ever??? Speechless. I was surprised when this book even got to 1k tbh.

She had been staring at the first sentence for nearly an hour. Her first book, The First Door I Opened, had changed everything. It had given her a voice, a platform, and a sense of purpose she hadn’t known she was missing. But now, with the attention growing and her workshops expanding, she felt the weight of expectation pressing against her ribs. Everyone wanted to know what came next. She did too.

DANTE. They all held their breath, waiting as the MC continued. I was so sure about her winning so I relaxed. Being able to spot success was one great trait I had as a businessman. "This author racked over six hundred million sales on light reading apps and two hundred million in paperback sales within two months of release—" Cinnamon grabbed her sister's other hand. "—I am honored to present this award to Khole Wealth, known to her readers and to literature—" the MC smiled, "—as Lana Steele."

"You have ten days until launch, and you haven't done the final crosscheck." "Now I regret not hiring a professional editor, oh my God." "You can do this. You can make them better than ready." He kissed my temple. "I'll handle everything else. You handle your trilogy." The next week and a half was filled with editing, formatting, uploading until finally, Friday came. "It's live," I whispered, refreshing my website dashboard. "The books are actually live." Lucien appeared behind my chair, watching the numbers climb. "How many visitors?" "Five hundred in the first minute." I refreshed again. "A thousand. Two thousand. Oh my God, Lucien."

I cross my arms on my chest, and she giggles like she just won a lottery. "Alright. I got the contract, and they are going to pay me an advance payment of five thousand dollars for now. I'm so excited," She breaks the good news to me, and I couldn't be less happy. "Oh my goodness! Are you for real?" My eyes widen as I cover my mouth in awe. "Yes! Your friend just got her first book published. My hard work really paid off. I'm going to be a published author by the end of Monday," She squeaks again, and I smile at her.

She wanted to present herself as the renowned artist she had created for herself, unencumbered by her past. With her rising reputation, Amani reveled in the financial rewards her art bestowed upon her. It thrilled her to be able to go out to markets and elegant boutiques, using her own hard-earned money to buy whatever she desired. She even offered to pay Adam a monthly f*e for her room, but he kindly refused.

I didn’t want to believe it. “Your book, March Madness.” She clarified, her voice never loosing that edge of excitement. I understood her excitement. My book suddenly making it big was like Christmas to her, it meant that she was about to line her pockets with some serious cash. And so was I. “It’s just become an overnight sensation. Six thousand copies were bought and now it’s on the New York bestseller list. Not on the top three, but I believe it could actually get there.” “Oh.” I said stupidly.

Michael's pov - As I sit in my office, surrounded by the trappings of success, my thoughts drift towards Tuberose. It has been two months since her book was published, and its impact on my life has been nothing short of remarkable. My business has soared to new heights, and her words have resonated with millions of readers worldwide. The book has become a sensation, selling three million copies in just two months, making it the best-selling book of all time. I owe a debt of gratitude to Tuberose for this incredible achievement.

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.