Submission Is Not My Style Novels & Stories

Amelia's confession weighed heavily in the air as Ethan, Gabriel, and Amelia stood in the Moonlit Meadow. The moon's silvery radiance engulfed them in an ethereal light. Tension crackled like lightning, as a chilly wind rustled the leaves, matching the anguish in their souls. Gabriel, his voice filled with desperation, pleaded, "Ethan, please, you have to understand. What I did was a mistake. You are my fated partner, and I adore you."

Sexy? me: I didn't want to be a part of your pissing contest. And yes, I saved it as Mr. Conceited. I walk up to the apartment and notice that the door is not closed all the way. I take my pepper spray out of my purse and walk into the living room. There sits my sister in my camping chair that I have with the card table. She has her arms and legs crossed, and she is shaking her leg with impatience. "About time that you showed up. Done whoring yourself out to half the school?" She snarls.

" He grunted and asked her when he felt himself about to reach his peak. "Cunt please." She begged, turning around. Pushing him so softly onto the brown leather sofa beside his work table, she sat on him and rode his shoulder. "Mmmh!" He groaned, fondling her boobs. "Sir..am..am cumming." Sarah moaned loudly, bouncing on him at a quicker pace. "Wait for me, slut." "Let's cum together." He whistled, panting heavily. * * * On the other side of the street, Yoori sat in her office chair, wondering why Jas was late. She didn't drive her car to the office because Jas had insisted on dropping her off and promised to take her home in the evening too.

My fingers traced the edges nervously. I pushed the plate away untouched. I couldn't eat. Not tonight. As I made my way out of the private room and then through the lounge. The sound of chatter and clinking of glassware surrounded me. I couldn't help but think how far Tom was willing to go to get what he wanted. I got into my car and placed my head against the steering wheel. My phone’s screen came on inside the bag. An email popped up. Subject: Submission Review—Immediate Opportunity

Did I just apologize? “It’s okay, I should have listened when my editor told me it wasn’t a good idea to write a piece of science fiction.” I imagined her shrugging. An awkward silence fell for a moment before we both spoke at the same time, and I gave her the opportunity to go first, asking if she had family that would miss her or perhaps a man in her life. Sadly, she didn’t which meant nobody would be coming to look for her. I had tried the pack link a couple of times by now but there was nothing. I knew there would be since we flew somewhere and we were too far for anyone in the pack to hear me. It was just the two of us together in this mess that I had created. Sebastian’s POV

"Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught." Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course." "Honestly Devon, I like

The thought sent a fresh wave of unease through me. I hurried, scrubbing away the filth, as if I could erase the mistreatment from my skin. As if I could wash away the reality of where I was. Once done, I found a neatly folded dress waiting for me. It was soft, simple, but clearly not something meant for a prisoner. I scowled. Dressing in their clothes felt like another form of submission. But I didn’t have much of a choice. As soon as I was clothed, the door creaked open. My heart lurched.

He proposed a suggestion, "I went through your paper with a bird eye view and there are a few things that need amendments." "We would be extremely grateful for your help then." They agreed. Theo let out a sigh of relief as he saw them leave his office and the second, he got the much needed privacy, he pushed her head deeper, so she could take him more. Meanwhile, this time Ella really gagged hard. Her eyes watered as she took him in deeper so he could find his pleasure. Theo let out a loud moan which he has been holding back for a while, "This wasn't my plan but this is really good." He said while his head dropped back and he chased his climax.

"If you don't submit, that's just time." He went back to the kitchen. The door swung once behind him. I stood there holding a damp rag and a year and a half of reasons to be afraid. Then I pulled out my phone, found the gallery's submission page, and bookmarked it. Not submitting. Not yet. Just bookmarking. Baby steps. Drunk-boat-sized baby steps.

“With yourself.” “Thank you.” She hesitated. “India… I’m really glad you’re alive.” That almost broke me again. When she left, I stared at my computer screen for a long time without turning it on. Then I did the only thing that felt remotely like control. I opened my email. Scrolled. Found the thread. Subject: Manuscript Submission – working title My finger hovered over the keyboard, trembling. Then I typed. Thank you for your interest. Due to personal circumstances, I am postponing publication indefinitely. I will reach out when I’m ready to proceed.