Manacled Book Deal Novels & Stories

“Protection. Security. A way out of financial problems, if that’s what you’re looking for.” I shook my head, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “You’re asking me to change my entire life, to tie myself to you, and you’re making it sound like some kind of business deal.” “That’s exactly what it is, isn't it?” He raised his brow, his voice cold. “Don’t mistake this for something it’s not, Sophia. This isn’t about love or romance. It’s about survival.” The words stung, even though I hadn’t expected anything different. Still, the sheer finality of them left an ache in my chest I couldn’t explain.

“But this isn’t about the past. It’s about now.” He arched his brow. “Now? Then speak. Go ahead, let's hear what you have to say.” I clenched my hands behind my back, praying my voice wouldn’t shake. “You must have heard about the scandal going on. Someone framed me for stealing the book club funds. You know I didn’t do it.” “Do I?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re neck-deep in something you can’t clean yourself out of.”

She forced herself to clear her mind and fall asleep as soon as possible. This feeling made her uneasy, reminding her of the unreasonable forcefulness she had faced from Oliver over a month ago, when she had prepared to open up to him. And now the situation was even worse, as her emotions were already spiraling out of control. On the other side, the auction manager made an international call, saying, "Susan, your manuscript was won by Mr. Windsor, and it fetched a high price of fifty million dollars! Congratulations!" Susan smiled and replied, "Thank you, sir, for arranging it for me. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have been able to include the manuscript at the last minute."

Am I even helping him? It’s been a month. Yet I still feel like I haven’t started anything. I checked my email before going to bed—and one subject line caught my eye: Arrow Publishing… I clicked. Congratulations, we are offering you an exclusive contract for your book titled “THE FOUR SEASONS OF LOVE.” I pushed my chair back and stood up. My hands flew to my head. I looked at the screen again. It was still there. My name. My book. I covered my open mouth with my hand and let out a tiny, muffled screech. I jumped quietly on the spot.

Nina's POV We would like to sign a contract with you just like I stated in my mail to you. Our company is really intrigued by your new book titled "The Doctrines" and we are here with the contract for you to go through and sign. In the contract, all the benefits you will enjoy when we publish the book for you are stated there and the designs of your book cover as well as editing are inclusive." Mr. Gonzalez finished, stretching the contract to Stella, my secretary.

“I am such a stupid person, and now I will go to jail.” I can’t believe Isa was such a shameless person. I have known her for years, and though we were not particularly very cozy with each other, at least we were close, friends and all. So how could she play such a move with me? “Businesspeople are so sneaky,” I pouted. Do they all just climb on others to make it to the top? “What happened?” Liam questioned, and I smacked my lips angrily. “The contract states that I could self-publish my book if it got rejected by the publishing house. They didn’t reject it per se, but they wanted to cancel my book, so I self-published, but now Isa says the company never planned on cancelling my book.”

The pressure from the hit threw her hair down her face, covering half of it. Viper strolled in, grabbing my arm to pull me away. “You shouldn’t be the one doing this.” I turned my face away, my anger slowly building up. And the fear… the tension… the feelings I had knowing that item was still out there somewhere. And the fact that she remained silent about it. La Mano Nera’s husky voice tore through the air, refusing to let the tension die down before increasing it with his words. “I have a deal for you, Ace. That’s why I’m here.”

I tapped her gently on the head and said, "Alright. I'll help you pay it off, but just promise me you won't try anything like this again." She stared at me in disbelief when I agreed to cover the full amount. "That's 500 thousand dollars! Are you…" "It's fine," I assured her with a shrug. "I've saved up, and Aunt Macy's like a mother to me. I can't let her end up homeless." Eleanor hugged me tightly as she sobbed, and I held her until she was calmer. Afterward, I helped settle her debt, though it drained my savings. Nonetheless, I could always earn it back, and I treated it as my repayment for Aunt Macy's kindness over the years.

But her fears were lifted once the interviews were over and they were both offered the job. “Good Morning!” Jenny beamed clutching her finished manuscript in her arms. Today was the day she’d give it to Mr Sanders. “O.M.G is that it!?” Marc cried out pointing to the chunk of papers. Jenny nodded before stuffing her bag into the staff cupboard. She had emailed sections of her manuscript to Marc and he had acted as her proof-reader. She had taken all his thoughts and suggestions seriously and she believed that his help had made the book so much more. Marc’s dream was to also work in the publishing house. He’d been working on his own Young Adult novella’s and frequently published them on web-no

Chapter four: Contract Signing. Stella's POV STELLA ELLISON, YOUR REQUEST FOR A CONTRACT HAS BEEN APPROVED AND YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED AN EXCLUSIVE CONTRACT FOR YOUR BOOK, MY BELOVED. STELLA ELLISON, YOUR NOVEL, A CRUSH HAD JUST WON FIRST PLACE FOR THE SPRINT AWARDS, AND AN AMOUNT OF $1000 HAS BEEN SENT TO YOUR PAYPAL ACCOUNT. STELLA ELLISON, YOUR BOOK, HIS ROYAL MATE HAD JUST PASSED THE EVALUATION FOR THE FANTASY ROMANCE CONTEST, YOU CAN CONTACT YOUR EDITOR FOR MORE INFORMATION.