Publishing Novels & Stories

He waited—giving her the chance to pull away. She didn’t. His hand closed gently around hers, grounding. “Okay,” he said. “Partners.” Eva exhaled shakily, relief and fear mixed together. Then she said the next truth—the one that would ignite everything again. “I’m publishing,” she whispered. Alexander’s grip tightened. “Eva—” “Responsibly,” she said quickly, holding his gaze. “But fully.” His jaw clenched. “Your editor will make it a spectacle.” “He won’t,” Eva replied. “Because I’m not running it through him.”

"Make it ten." She had it ready by nine-thirty. Meridian Press was a midsize publisher, independent, well-regarded but perpetually undercapitalized. They had been looking for investors for the past two years, ever since their primary backer had pulled out during the pandemic. Iris's book was the biggest thing they had published in a decade, and they were scrambling to capitalize on its success while also keeping the lights on. Perfect.

Occasionally, keep an eye out for surprise chapters dropping at 18:05 KST. I can say with absolute confidence that this is a genuinely thrilling and addictive ride. My only hope is that my devotion shines through every page. Thank you so much for embarking on this journey with me. Step into my world and enjoy the ride.

She was forced. She was submitting. ***** Sequel to Submission, Submitting out now. Submitting: The Darkness Beckons By Korielyn.

A text from an unknown number. *Dear Dr. Zanetti, I'm Clara Benson, Senior Editor at Meridian Books. I read your thesis abstract online and was incredibly impressed. I'd love to discuss the possibility of publishing it as a monograph. Are you free for a coffee next week?* Keira stared at the screen, her heart hammering. Meridian Books. One of the most respected independent publishers in the UK, known for their beautifully produced academic titles and their commitment to emerging voices. They'd published books she'd cited in her thesis. Books that had shaped her thinking.

I want to do something different. Days passed and everything went as normal. We never heard anything from Geoff and Ericka which is a good news for me since I already decided to forget about them. I decided to learn about publishing. One of the subsidiaries of Colin’s company publishes a monthly magazine called “The Empowered”. It’s a magazine which is focused on new fashion trends as well as publishing success stories. Since Nancy is a writer, I thought of getting insights from her and start our own magazine. Colin recommended for me to be an intern in this company which I thought was a good idea.

The Operational Shield: Downstairs Marcus’s dashboard flashed a quiet green confirming that the legal protections for the creative collective were holding firm allowing her to document the family's raw history without fear of corporate intervention. Julian climbed out of the floor opening pulling off his heavy work gloves and tossing them onto the edge of the table. His simple gold wedding band glinted beneath the bright studio lamps as he poured two cups of tea from the thermal carafe. "Marcus just sent a message from the deck " Julian said, setting a steaming cup next to her mouse pad. "The independent printing houses in New York and London have both confirmed that the shipping manifests f

Rhea asks, closing her laptop and setting it on the end table. “You’ll never guess. You’ll never fucking guess.” “What?” Jax demands, looking impatient. I grin even harder, finally straightening myself up, grinning devilishly. “Please tell me none of you have plans tomorrow night. Apparently, The Press’s annual end-of-summer outing is meant as a bonding and networking opportunity for employees of the Press, including the branch—The Bulletin. And where my place of work is considerably more laid-back than its owner, it only makes sense that a Press-held event is of a very high standard.