Manacled Book Deal Novels & Stories

Noah bargained. “Honored Lord,” Hudson pleaded. “Hudson, please.” I hugged the book firmly while looking straight at Hudson. “All right. Two weeks. Late a day and I’ll report about the missing book. A dark witch’s book of spells is one of an ancient book. It’s protected by law. So, if you plan to sell it, please reconsider your choice.” “Thank you so much, Hudson. We’ll come back again with this book.” I said happily, and Hudson only nodded weakly.

I got to work overtime. I took classes when I could, worked my regular shift, filled in when needed, and still took time to spend with Nate. I am graduating from USC with a creative writing diploma and photography. I love what I do. I just started writing a book and already got a ton of offers from online platforms to add my book with nonexclusive contracts. Lexie found out about my book and got me an awesome deal with a publishing company she started working with soon after she graduated from Stanford. I was bound to keep my promise to mom. I'd go on with my life and make the best out of it, for me, and Nate.

**Chapter 198: Final Reveal** Brooks The book deal offer sat on the kitchen island like a live grenade. I’d printed the email. The advance figure was staggering. The marketing budget even more so. But the condition stared back at me in plain black text: *full transparency tour—interviews, podcasts, potential limited documentary extension. No holding back on the syndicate, the link, the D/s dynamic, the mental health struggles.* Callan stood across from me, arms braced on the counter, reading the email for the third time. The house was quiet. Kids were at a playdate with the assistant coach’s family. Late afternoon light slanted through the windows, catching on the half-melted snow outside.

’ I was now married to not just any man, but a Made man, a dangerously handsome man, a soon-to-be Bratva. It felt all too wrong, but I had to live with it. There was nothing I could do about it. “Thank you.” I returned her smile with the same enthusiasm. “Lead her to my room.” Vincenzo ordered and my head whipped in his direction. A Made man never cracks a joke and Vincenzo wouldn’t be the first. To ease the tension warming up in the form of a pool in my stomach, I had counted his earlier words as a joke.

I shot back, heat rising to my cheeks. Marcus moved quickly, pulling me back a step. “Watch your mouth before I throw you back into the mines,” he growled. I smirked, undeterred. “Oh, I don’t think you’d do that.” A silence fell between us, thick with tension, until Callum finally spoke again, his eyes alight with something I couldn’t quite place. “I have a proposition for you.” I stiffened, a strange sensation gripping my chest. My mind raced. This was it, wasn’t it? Whatever game he was playing, this was the moment he’d lay down his cards. Freedom, or something close to it, dangled just out of reach.

Business expansion said, John. I then asked John to publish my book. The problem was, if the book was published by a giant publisher like Gacindo, then its reach would be wider. After reading, John was hard to grant. As you knew, my book was dangerous, not only for him but also for his employees. "Do you know what you wrote?" asked John. "I just want to finish what my grandfather and your grandfather fought for," I replied. John thought for a moment. Then, John turned to Alex, who was greeted with a nod from his father. Then, he conveyed what he could do.

"We want to publish your book. We're ready to offer a three-book deal with a very generous advance, and we want to start immediately." A wave of disbelief washed over me, so strong it almost made me dizzy. The frantic, nail-biting journey to get here, the anxiety, the sheer terror of thinking I had failed, it all vanished. I looked at Marcus, and for the first time, he offered a genuine smile. It was over. I made it. I had done it. I finally managed to find my voice. "Thank you," I said, a little more loudly than I had intended.

“You're more important…” But then the phone vibrated again… …and again… And again. We both pulled away from each other, sighing heavily. “Talk about bad fucking timing.” Arturo shook his head, frustrated. “Who is it?” I took my phone out of my pocket, and almost felt my eyeballs pop out of their sockets, as I read the text messages that were blaring across my screen in disbelief. “What's wrong baby?” Arturo asked, alarmed. “It's my book…” I breathed, suddenly struggling for air. “It's been accepted for a one million dollar publishing deal!”

Well, I floated to the top, Nigel. “Bullshit,” he explodes. “It’s true.” “What? You sold your series to a publisher?” “Well, not me. My agent did.” “Since when do you have an agent?” His voice is deadly quiet. “Last week.” “And you’ve already sold your book?” he asks incredulously. “Yeah, my agent held a mini auction for it and two publishers wanted the entire series.” “An auction?” “Yeah. They do it for books they think will be highly sought after,” I say casually. “How much are they giving you?”

"You think I didn't want to write? You kept rejecting my ideas, shutting down every chance to publish. In ten years, do you know how many outlines I submitted? And every single one got turned down by you! How was I supposed to produce hits? Or quality work?" You—" "And about that initial signing fee. Yes, you paid a lot, but you also kept me tied down for a decade. And during those years, you've been managing the rights to my older books, haven't you? You know exactly how much you made off of them." Edith's gaze flickered, betraying her guilt. How did Mindy know about the old book rights? Mindy continued, "You're wondering how I found out, aren't you? I had a lawyer review the contract. You