Novel Submissions Novels & Stories

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

Maybe we are different, believe in different time zones, and always wander in society, but that doesn't mean I think highly of him. I am just nervous and want to catch a fresh breath. Yesterday, I met with the biggest publishing house in the country, and I submitted my novel to them. Now I am waiting for their reply. Maybe getting an opportunity will change everything for me for good.

“Not after what you did to my pack.” The atmosphere shifted. The air grew heavy, charged like before a lightning strike. “That,” he said quietly, “is where you’re wrong.” He reached into his coat and pulled out a folded paper. The GoodNovel seal was stamped at the top. “I submitted your chapters myself. 71 to 76. They’re under review.” She stared at the paper like it might burn her. “Why?” “Because,” he said, “if you fall behind, my enemies win. And I don’t lose.”

Hello, readers RavenClaw here, I know this is sudden but an accident occurred in my daily life. The fact is, I work as a designer in a game company and that game is going to launch soon. So right now is the moment that you know as crunching. Most of my time has been used in this crunching time, the good news is that it's going to release around October so at the end of this month I will continue to update this novel. If you have anything to add or want to contact me and give me some suggestions, please follow me in the discord.

Lately, if she saw him twice a week, it was a lot. “So, how are things at work? They seem to keep you busy lately.” She asked him, trying to dig a bit. He looked at her and shrugged, “I’ve been approaching e-novel authors for the next big thing. From what I can see, there is an abundance of untapped talent out there and e-novel websites are the only way for them to get their stories out into the world. They have given me 4 months to land a best-seller.”

Tife Okuwobi, ID number; 40515176, email; lamefacebook72@g***l. com. GoodNovel company. Dear GoodNovel Application Company, Request to remove my novel from your application. My name is Tife Okuwobi with the ID number; 40515176. I have a novel entitled "One Thousand Years" on your application. I wrote a letter to you some few weeks back about terminating the contract I signed with GoodNovel company and I was sent a reply for the agreement.

“No, she doesn’t. I wish I had someone else to send you, but the pickings are getting slimmer and slimmer. It doesn’t help that you’re so damn picky, either.” “What do you mean?” “You know, your policy on not even looking at those popular vampire books or anything with a religious backdrop. Pity.” Anna let out a heavy sigh. “I’m beginning to rethink this policy of mine. Have you read something that looks interesting?” “Nothing I’m excited about, but if you’re open to seeing a few submissions that are out of your comfort zone, I’d be happy to send them over.” “Sure, why not. I’ll distribute them to my editors and let them decide. They’ve not had much to do lately. I’m currently being stalked

Estela narrowed her eyes at Dawn but couldn’t see any signs that she was lying. “Alright… Come, dinner is ready..” They had an early dinner and Dawn stayed in her room to start applying to publish her novel. She knew of a publishing company who would accept novels from teens, as long as they used their parents ID which meant they were being supervised. She turned her laptop on and searched the website of the publishing company. Her heart thumped madly as she filled up the forms and sent in an outline and a free chapter to the publishing company. Her finger hovered over the mouse. She pressed down.

Удачи вам! #Я подал заявку больше месяца назад, но я до сих пор ничего не слышал. Что же мне делать? Пожалуйста, проверьте, не ввели ли вы неправильный адрес электронной почты в своем заявлении, или установите флажок "спам" в своем почтовом ящике. В большинстве подобных случаев письмо попадало в спам-ящик, так что вы его не видели. Если вы уверены, что заполнили правильный адрес и ничего не получили даже в своем спам-ящике или мусорном ящике, пожалуйста, напишите нам writers@goodnovel.com, или свяжитесь с нами на ВКонтакте, F*, I*******m.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello. Welcome. Sit back, relax. Turn your device away so your mom doesn't see. Is she looking? No? Well, unfortunate for her. Anyway, BS-ing aside, allow me to extend my gratitude for joining me on this wonderous ride. Your interest in my depraved creativity humbles me. Please note that all characters of this story are legally consenting adults of 18 years and older. That being said, comments mean the world to writers and are our only payment, so if you fancy leaving one, it will be loved and cherished ;)"