Produce 101 Season 1 Novels & Stories

I add abruptly, attempting to prevent any discomfort or thoughts of my unworthiness. “The producer personally liked your story,” he quickly responds before I can even apologize. “Personally,” I repeat his words with a shocking expression forming on my face. “Yes, personally. He liked it PERSONALLY,” He emphasizes the word ‘personally.’ My curiosity is breaking the walls. The producer liked my proposal and accepted it after initially rejecting it to my face. “Can I see them?” I ask for a split second. “He’s quite busy these days.” His response comes swiftly, like a functioning internet connection.

Big Bob answered as he stood up. They walked out of the control room and quickly made their way to the ladder. Without hesitation, Big Bob began to climb it. “Are you sure you want to go first, Bob? According to the movie I have seen, the first guy out always loses his head,” Max said. “Max, I can promise you that I do. No matter what is out there, it cannot be nearly as bad as what is in here,” Big Bob answered as he continued to climb out of the compound.

"Maybe I should just finish the proposal first. There are doctors at the hospital anyway." I forced a smile and urged him, "This is a life-or-death situation. You need to go. I've got my own schedule to stick to." Drew breathed out a relieved sigh. "You've really matured so much. When you come back, I promise I'll make it up to you." With that, he slammed the gas pedal and sped off, leaving a crowd of stunned onlookers behind. I smiled and hailed a cab. By now, I had learned to expect proposals that ended in disappointment.

As usual, it was a call from Natalie. Julian met my gaze as he parted his lips to explain. "There's no need to explain. I know you're busy with work," I cut him off before he could speak. However, my thoughtfulness seemed to have unsettled him even more. Desperate to figure out what came over me, his grip on my hand tightened. His ringtone grew even more insistent. Julian finally loosened his hold on me under my steady gaze. "I'll show up on our 100th proposal," he promised before hurrying away.

A pair of arms wrapped around me, and I instantly settled into the familiar embrace as both of us watched the sun set over our kingdom. I couldn’t help the squeal of delight that escaped my mouth. I had finally completed my book, 1001 Dark Tales. The look on my editor’s face was one of disbelief when I announced I was stopping all other books to focus solely on that one. I guess writing 1001 Dark Tales takes a long time, four years to be exact. Still, I had written enough books with the help of my quill that I had more than a steady income.