How Long To Write A Novel

My son has a high fever, so I call my husband. However, he thinks I'm using our child to get his attention. Then, he takes his true love's son to the hospital when he's only scratched his finger. I look at my son, whose face is pale. I ask, "Do you want another father?" He nods. "Yeah. Dad doesn't like me, so I don't want to like him anymore." Later, I find him another father. That's when my husband objects.

My long term relationship ended brutally, and swallowed up in pains of heartbreak, my friend lured me to the club. There, I met an extremely attractive and mysterious hulk, and I ended up in his arms for the night. My greatest shock comes when I learn that he is Bladen Stone, my company's new CEO, and he’s so much different from what I thought he was. And when rumors that threaten to ruin both our reputations start to fly, there is only one way to solve it. How does Lynn survive in the same office as Bladen with his hard and stern demeanor? Can she get past his cold facade and reveal the secrets he hides? In a world of ambition and betrayal, can Bladen and Lynnette trust each other to make sacrifices for a blooming love story or will they front another gut-wrenching heartbreak? Read on to unveil the saga of these two!

A love life so bland she compared it to cream of wheat. When she thought it couldn't get worse, she died? She woke up in what she thought was heaven, but Saint Peter was nowhere to be found. Can this new world turn her bowl of cream of wheat into an Ice Cream Sundae? Or she was destined to become a lonely old cat lady.

When Zephyra learns her mate and only family plan to steal her kidney to save her stepsister, she escapes and while being chased, she ends up drowning in a river instead. It should have ended her life, but it didn’t. She wakes in chains, rescued not by any kindness, but by slave traders. Sold to the feared Lycan kingdom, Zephyra is given to its ruthless leader, Alpha Theron who is known for his ruthlessness and the beast he struggles to control. She is viewed as a cursed slave of pleasure whose priority is to warm the King’s bed. He doesn’t want her because she’s cursed but he can’t let her go since she might be the one he has been looking for. Keeping Zephyra in the palace is just the beginning. If she’s not uncovering secrets about the palace, she’s discovering secrets about herself that complicate her relationship with the king, who will never leave her. Please Note: This book may include some explicit content that could be uncomfortable for certain readers.

“No one can ever make you feel the way do” his husky voice whispers against her ear and her body quivered in pleasure. I will not marry him” she yelled and stormed out of the house. Ashley William is the only child of Mr. Williams. She grew up without a mother and lived all her life for her father. Her simple life took a complex turn when her father insisted that she marries one of his business partners in other to strengthen the bond which she bluntly turned down, but she later agreed to marry him. Her marriage life took a miserable turn when she found out that her husband was the guy she had a nightstand with. This novel contains sexual content

Despite my parents' objections, I stay by Julian Grant's side for ten years. He goes from having nothing to building his own empire. The moment it's time to fulfill our ten-year promise, I proudly tell my parents I'm going to marry him. But then, he gives the vice president position meant for me to another woman. I confront him only to overhear a woman's hesitant voice behind the door. "Mr. Grant... you gave me the VP role, but what about Ms. Jones? Aren't you two getting married?" Julian's tone is cold and sharp, though his face is calm and unaffected. "Noelle's been with me for ten years. Who else would even want her? Relax—she won't dare make a scene." The words hit me like a slap to the face. Without another word, I turn and make a call to my arranged marriage contact. "Are you free?" I ask. "Let's get married."

The day Henry decided to marry my best friend, I turned into a joke in everyone’s eyes. He lifted my chin and stared into my eyes bewitchingly. “If you admit your fault, I can overlook your mistakes and start over again with you.” I obeyed and uttered the words, “I was wrong.” And yet, with mocking eyes, he sneered, “I can’t believe you’re this cheap, Julia.”

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."

Three days after I died, my fiancé got a call to ID the body. He just scoffed. "She's dead, so what? Call me when she's in the ground." The cops, out of options, hit up my backup contact—my childhood friend. He actually laughed. "She's really gone? Not my problem. Burn her or whatever." Then my body hit the internet— And suddenly, both of them looked like ghosts.

Two days before New Year's, my boyfriend, Jeffrey Graham, planned to spend the holiday at the beach with his assistant. I did not argue or complain. Instead, I thoughtfully packed his bags for him. However, he mocked me, saying that I had finally learned to be considerate now that I was pregnant. After he left, I wasted no time and went to get an abortion. Why? In my previous life, I tried to use our child to stop him, but his assistant ended up being brutally murdered at the beach. Jeffrey appeared calm on the surface after that incident, but just when I was about to give birth, he cruelly cut open my abdomen and killed my baby. That was when I realized—he had been holding a deep grudge against me all along. This time, I was determined to make him lose everything.