Lotr Word Count Novels & Stories

Hello beautiful readers, It's actually a very long journey, but see who's not giving up. Yep! That's me! The journey of a thousand miles, will sopn come to an end. And guess who's happy! That's me! I actually cannot wait to finish this book. On to 200k word count. Wish me luck, and drop a thumbs up and a vote if you've been feeling my story. And from the bottom of my heart, thanks for staying. Love love love you all. Muah!

And to the understanding that the most durable things in any landscape are the ones built on truth. She looked at that paragraph. "Too much?" she said. Lorenzo read it. "No," he said. "It's exactly right." She sent it to Fausto. Fausto called twelve minutes later. "Six hundred words," he said. "Yes," she said. "I asked for four hundred," he said. "The extra two hundred were necessary," she said. A pause. "Yes," Fausto said. "They were." Another pause. "The final paragraph. Is that you or him?"

They may be punctuation errors and other minor grammar errors in the book but be assured that the author is working hard to correct them (please note in the comments section if you find any, to help the author correct it immediately). The number of coins used to unlock locked chapters is not constant, this is because the number of words each chapter contains vary as well. The number of words a chapter has depends on the plots and scenes that are needed in the chapter. A chapter may have as little as 900 words or as high as 4000+ words, so they are locked with very few coins or relatively many coins. Lastly, do note that this is not a horror book, but they are traces of horror in it (dependin

It is so encouraging to see that people are loving the novel and are willing to spend on it <3 That's why I will try to keep the word count between 1000-1200 which will cost you just 13 or 15 coins, so that you can just unlock the chapter by either watching ad or using your daily bonus coins ;) So get ready to begin the journey of tragic and incomplete love from the past life... -Moonlight!

So baring with me and sticking it out, means more to me than you could possibly imagine. Second, I want to say this is not the end. This is an intermission. A break or hiatus if you want to call it. With updates being so scarce, I’m sure you’re thinking that I should have done this earlier. And maybe I should have. I wanted to push and get to a point though where I felt okay and not like I was going to regret stepping away for a moment. So far, this story has 125 chapters. That is my second longest (behind Shift) and we currently have 252,800 words. That is nuts! That’s more than Twilight and New Moon combined! Hahaha!

"Like having teeth?" She grinned. "Sort of, yeah. Except with feelings instead of molars." He nodded gravely. "Sounds painful." "It was," she said quietly, touching the end of the page. "But it was worth it." Luke leant against the doorframe, watching them. His tie was undone, shirt sleeves rolled up, face tired but approving. "Is that the final draft?" Amiriam turned the screen around to present it to him. "It is. All seventy-two thousand words. Edited, formatted, and sent to my publisher an hour ago."

At another point, Dante said, also without looking up, "The publication platform — what's the current word count?" "About sixty thousand," Elian said. "This morning I've added four thousand. With the financial annotation done, I'd say seventy thousand total." "Is that complete?" "It's complete without the Minsk files," Elian said. "With them, it's definitive." "I'll access the server this afternoon," Dante said. "I know," Elian said. The room was quiet. Outside, the Portuguese morning was doing its unhurried thing. "Dante," Elian said.

I watched Josh through half closed eyes, he was sweating profusely and looked like he was enjoying himself. It was a covenant sealed in a room that smelled of damp walls and desperation. The torn cream lace was on the floor, a heap of ruined promises. On those yellowed sheets, amidst the noise of the nighttime slum outside, we claimed the only thing the VC couldn't reach. For a few hours, the danger didn't exist. There was only the heat of our skin, the weight of his promise, my moans, his groans and the silent, terrifying knowledge that by dawn, the loom of thorns would start pulling the strings again.