How Many Pages Is A Novels & Stories

“Feels like I’m not getting the whole package or so. The feeling of turning each page and… the smell of the book. The, no ads popping policy..” He nodded negatively and stared at me “Okay?” I hummed having an idea. “Fine, you can have the book but on one condition.” I said. “seriously?” he asked with a disbelief look. “Yeah. 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72…” “25 pages.” He cut me off.

At some point Dominic said, "Fifteen years." "Fifteen years," Elena confirmed. "Do you remember the ninety pages?" he asked. "You were not supposed to be so impressed by the ninety pages," she said. "Most people would have thought it was excessive." "Most people would have been wrong," he said. "The ninety pages were exactly right. The problem required ninety pages." He looked at her. "That was the first thing I understood about you. That you gave problems exactly what they required and not what was convenient." Elena looked at her wine glass. "You did the same."

She typed the last sentence, read it back once, and then sat for a long time looking at the screen. Two hundred and thirty-one pages. Ten months of events and observation and feeling, shaped into something that had a beginning and a middle and an end, a through-line from a waiting room that smelled like fresh paint and old money to a kitchen table on a May morning after a wedding in a garden where someone had planted flowers that came back every year.

The proposal was six pages. He was aware, as he wrote it, that six pages was not a long proposal. Alexander worked with documents that ran to three hundred pages and found things to mark in all of them. But six pages was the right length for this, because the argument was not complicated and the data was sufficient and padding it for the appearance of thoroughness would have been exactly the kind of move that Alexander would mark as a revision point. The argument was structured in four parts.

I spit out. I watch how the pretty smile disappears from London's face as the realization hits her hard. "These are a lot of pages," she chokes out, tears welling her eyes. "Fifty, honey bunny. They are fifty pages. Don't leave the table until you have finished writing. I will leave the door unlocked, but if you dare go outside when the work you have been given hasn't been finished, you will have a more refined punishment when I get back," I tell her warningly.

Facts which would stand forever despite the efforts of those that would try and destroy them. "How much is left?" The question came across as rather peculiar. There was always something left, you see. Another file. Another lead. Another missing piece. Cassian quickly glanced at the page in front of him. "Three pages." I blinked. "Three?" A small nod. "Three." That was all. Three pages. After everything. There was a silence as the minutes passed. I glanced out the window of the archive. The sun was shining in the summer and the sun's rays were spread out on the floor.

"Probably. I'll listen to all of it and change none of it unless he shows me a factual error." "He knows that's how you work." "Yes," she said. "He does." Julian looked at the stack of pages. "Three hundred and twelve pages," he said. "Approximately ninety thousand words." "About us." "About all of it," she said. "You and Malcolm and the system and the thirty-seven people and what accountability actually looks like when you stop performing it and start doing it." She looked at him. "You're in it a lot. But you're not the point of it."

Most have asked how long the book will be. My editor and I are still discussing it, but it should be around 300 chapters because it will have Zane and Ian's story incorporated. (I won't drag it, I promise. *pinky swears*) If you have any other questions, please comment below, and I'll do my best to answer each and every one of them. I am because of you, and for that, I'm grateful. Have a great weekend. P.s. Please do check out my other books, too. I'd love to hear your thoughts on them. That's it for now. Bye. Much love EVW

He'd read it three times already, and has already marked it to hell with his red pen. "Quiet," he murmurs flatly, eyes not budging from the paper. "Yours is next." Derek's paper is only five pages. It’s supposed to be eight. And mine is ten.

and I showed him the book I am holding. “Is that your story, right?” Syrel asked and she gets the book away from me. “What the heck. There is nothing inside” she reacted when she saw the content of the book. “It’s just a sample handbound of my story. Besides, where are calculating how we can put all of it in just one book. Look at it, it’s thick because it has 500+ pages” I explained to her. “So don’t expect that it has contents now because it’s just a sample” I added.