Library Books Sales Novels & Stories

“Right. This is just for the UK and English speaking markets worldwide, but not including the US. We’ll do those separately.” I frown, not understanding where the conversation is going. I’m going to need to do some serious research. English speaking markets? What are those? “Right. Are you ready for this?” he asks. Why on earth is he prolonging this? “Yes,” I say warily. “Both Little Brown and Hachette offered £350,000 for the series of five with the option to buy the rest, but Hachette has the slightly better deal on royalties.” I blink. What did he just say? But the cat book sold for £15,000 and I’m supposed to get a bit more. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch what you said,” I croak.

I asked. "Sir, we couldn't contact the publishing company. They are rejecting our calls." I closed my fists while looking at my laptop. It is a graph showing our income or profit for this whole two months. According to this, the sales last month are short and it become shorter within this month. The Y bookstore is snatching our customers. I wonder why we still have no yaoi book in our stores. I already prepared the contract, it supposed to be published by now. "Contact that fucking participant who fucking suggested about this project!" I screamed over the phone. I do not want toet mmy anger consume me.

She cheerfully nodded. "Of course sir thank you for your service, that'll be 2 silver coins." Alkhun looks at the other books while waiting for the ebook to get signed. He noticed the book series and it added up to 5 books. Is it really fiction? He read the publication date of the latest book and it was a year ago. It is a myth after all. Sophia handed the book and Alkhun handed the payment and put it into his dimensional bag. "That's all you buy for today?" He nodded.

“I do not know if you came to return them and seek a refund, but we can’t do that because we don’t sell these books anymore. I am about to leave now, so you have to leave first.” “Can I at least get one book?” Zion was already waiting for me to bring a new book home and read it to him before he fell asleep. Leaving without a book wouldn’t seem fair. “I am sorry, the store has closed. I can’t give you any because then I’d have to redo today’s sales, and it is already closing time for me!” She snapped at me, her tone not in any way polite. My teeth gritted, and I turned to leave when she spoke again. “You haven’t taken your books.” She told me, and I stopped and turned to her.

Not with concern — the tone of the call was not the careful professional tone of someone managing a situation but the genuine engaged tone of someone who had something good to say and was saying it directly, which was always Yetunde's way. "I want to tell you some things about how the book is doing," Yetunde said. "Tell me," Adaeze said. "It is selling. Not in the numbers that the large publishers would consider significant but in the numbers that matter for a book like this — the kind of numbers that tell you it has found its audience and is moving through that audience by genuine recommendation rather than advertising. Women are giving it to women. That is the sign you want. That is the si

"I'll interrogate them thoroughly before exacting justice!" - A few days later, Rachael stood before Lily's office with a complex expression of surprise and concern. "What's wrong?" Lily asked, approaching with a doubtful gaze. Rachael handed her the data as she entered. Lily was visibly shocked. "Is this…" "Yes!" Rachael nodded emphatically. "Ms. Squire's first book sale has exceeded our expectations significantly! Despite minimal PR, it gained silent popularity. All platforms are eagerly anticipating this book… "The first 50,000 copies have been sold. Numerous booksellers are inquiring, and the printing house just called to ask if we're producing more…"

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

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."

With the second printing and then the rushed third, it had once again been sold out. “I have heard already,” I responded with a smile. “And I wanted to thank you for that,” he said. “You wrote one hell of a book.” “It’s more curiosity about what was in the book and about the author that is driving the sales,” I chuckled. “You and I both know that.” “Well, maybe,” he conceded. “For now, but I think once all of this craziness dies down and people stop to see what an in-depth, kick-ass book you wrote, many of these new readers are going to stick around and wait for your future work.”

Freyja fell silent for a moment before saying, “That’s because I want to know the value of these books.” Putting it on sale on a publishing house was indeed different from releasing it on a platform. After all, only the best quality of books could be put on sale. The director nodded and said, “I can try to distribute and sell your book first, but let me make it clear for you. If the sales of your books aren't satisfactory, then I'm afraid I have to terminate our cooperation. However, if the response is good, we'll sign a contract and split the profits 50-50. What do you think?”