Manacled Book Deal Novels & Stories

I placed my books back, hoping I could put a smile to whomever buy them. I knew the craze over Midnight. I’d seen it beforehand on the internet. But it didn’t occur to me how fascinated a woman like Emma and her niece were with the book, and how it boosted the sales. I grabbed two more books. I’d rather buy books from small businesses as she had. When I got back to the counter, Mad was still chatting with Emma, but had two leather bracelets with silver and golden locks. “Here.” Mad put the bangle with a golden lock around my wrist.

“That’s a hundred thou for the first book, plus the same for each of the other three, minus my fifteen percent, of course. We can always re-negotiate the amount if Legal Briefs is the blockbuster bestseller Peter and I think it will be. He’s been in this business a very long time and Prelude doesn’t usually offer such a lucrative deal on a first novel. Whatever Rumpelstiltskin did to that manuscript, it was more than worth his weight in gold.” “It’s a fairy tale,” Rachel said. “I know it seems like a fairy tale, but when you start signing books at Barnes and Noble, you’ll know it’s for real.” “No, I meant Rumple... oh, never mind.” During the ride back to her apartment, Rachel was bombarded

The man actually blushes. "You have already started on it haven't you?" Macie asks. "Yeah, I've started on it. But I'm undecided if what I'm writing I want to publish." He replies. "Are you serious? Why?" Macie asks. "I'll explain later." Caiden replies. Sales continued to increase on Caiden's book. He was totally blown away at the attention it was getting. It's been a few weeks and already bookstores are begging for a meet and greet with the author. Caiden of course refused.

he said. “What for?” “The pills,” Kyle replied. “Or whichever method of contraceptives you prefer.” “Oh, sounds fine.” He poured the wine into two glasses while she served the food. “You still haven’t told me what we are celebrating. I’m curious.” “Well,” Hana began. She set the glass on the table so she didn’t miss his expression when he heard it. “I got a book deal from a traditional publisher. It’s a big deal, Cal.” “How big?”

Adam glanced back down at the page, a faint smirk returning. “Man handled it though,” he murmured. “Didn’t panic, didn’t fumble it… just stayed in it.” He closed the book halfway again, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. “Still… that’s not for everybody,” he added. “Takes a certain kind of mindset to even step into something like that.” He looked at the cover for a second, then back at the pages. “This book really doesn’t miss,” he said under his breath. Then, without hesitation—

“Thank you. That means a lot.” “We’re offering you a two-book deal,” Fallon says smoothly. “High six figures. Full marketing campaign. National tour. We want to invest in you—not just this book, but your career.” My mouth goes dry. “Six figures?” Fallon nods, eyes sharp but kind. “You’ve got something special. Something that could really explode.” It’s surreal—this moment I used to dream about in quiet corners, scribbling scenes in spiral notebooks behind Julian’s back. I’m sitting at a real publisher’s table. With real editors. And they’re talking to me like I’m… real.

Not a prize to be displayed. I was priceless. Because a god cannot be bought. A god cannot be caged. And yet… here I was. Iron pressing against my back, steel biting into my wrists, tape choking the words out of my throat. I, a god, reduced to merchandise, stripped down to a body they could sell. And tonight, they would sell me anyway. The crowd roared louder, voices colliding like storms, but I no longer listened to their words. My ears caught only the sound of my own rage, steady, unrelenting. For every bid they shouted, my fury rose higher.

My stomach twisted. "Please," I pleaded with my voice tight with panic. "Danny will be looking for me." The man chuckled. "Oh, my dear," he said smoothly. "You will see him once you get out of here." My blood instantly turned cold. "The deal has been signed," the man continued while taking slow and measured steps toward me. "One night with me and your business stays afloat." My knees felt weak. I had been sold by Mr. Cale. It felt like the room was spinning.

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

Even most of the nine could not compete with him on that level. After Mane picked that manual, the other books disappeared. A bright light was once again released from the 3rd mountain. This time, a prepared Mane did not have to close his eyes. When the lights faded, there were a cluster of books hovering around him. Unlike before, he did not read their descriptions before making his decision. No, his hand reached for a manual before he could even think.