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"Before you step on that plane and become a student again, I want you to give your novel a real shot. Submit the manuscript to my board today. Not as my cousin, but as an author." ​I looked at the stack of pages—the story of a woman who was tired of being a footnote in other people's lives. "You really think it’s ready?" ​"It’s more than ready. It’s raw, it’s honest, and it’s exactly what the market is starving for," he insisted. He then pulled out a second document—a contract. "And this is the second part of my offer. I’ve spoken with the editor-in-chief of The Sovereign. It’s the most prestigious magazine in the country, and they want you as a regular columnist."

To my readers. I am sorry to have to do this, but I am no longer writing on GoodNovel, as I have lost faith in the company’s ability to protect authors from plagiarism and piracy. (It is rife throughout the platform) I have tried to have the books removed, but have met a stone-wall in which both the company and my editor have not replied to numerous emails and messages. Going forth in this story, you will find nothing, but this message repeated, until the end of my uploaded chapters, and until the company/editor removes them from the platform.

Zie "Sir, Ms. Anna Bud said she will not renew her contract, all our bestseller writers decided not to renew their contract so that means we can no longer reprint our best selling novels since we don't own the copyright of their books. What are we going to do sir? We have contacted freelance writers but most of their stories are still unfinished. Most of our author moved to another publishing company." I froze for a moment upon hearing what Liza—my secretary, told me. I let out a long sigh of despair. I couldn't help but be anxious about my company's state, I'm at a point where I no longer knew what to do. Those motherfucker writers didn't even know how to be grateful if it were not for my c

He could no longer suppress a smile. Ivory had spoken to all four of the editors she was offered, not expecting the choice to be so difficult. They all had something unique about them, but for now, at least she was unable to determine which would be the best fit for her. "I suppose congratulations are in order." Ivory turned on her heels to face Emery. "Thank you." Ivory responded half-heartedly. "The news of your very own novel has been circulating throughout the company. Word is you're fishing for an editor." Emery attempted conversation.