Submission Romane & Geschichten

No room for negotiation, no opening for follow-up questions. “Monochrome will not be proceeding with this proposal.” No explanation. I read it once and my hand hovered over the button for a moment. Then I pressed send and closed the laptop.

A new notification opens over the stolen list. BUYER SUBMISSION RECEIVED. STABILIZATION DISPOSITION OFFER: ELENA VALE / FETAL SOURCE 01. SUBMITTER: DAMIAN MORTON. The room tilts. Below the offer, in smaller letters, Trust adds its own polite line. SUBJECT CONSENT RECOMMENDED.

Minor revisions recommended with a view to publication. I read that last line three times. Julian was very still beside me. "Minor revisions," I said. "With a view to publication." "Both reviewers." "Both reviewers." He turned to look at me. "Nadia." "Don't." "You're going to be published." "Don't say it yet. Minor revisions means—" "Minor revisions" means it's accepted pending minor revisions. In peer review language, that's a yes." He held my gaze. "The Aspiration Variable is going to be published."

I couldn’t believe I did that with Marcus watching. I looked at the tattoo on my hand. A black butterfly. I smiled softly. “It’s beautiful.” I tugged my strap a little higher and checked the tattoo beneath it, one I instantly loved. Then I lowered my skirt just enough to reveal the one near my waist. Chris really was an artist. “Let me take a picture of the one on your back,” Chris offered. I looked at him through the mirror and nodded. As he moved toward the table to grab his phone, Marcus’s eyes locked on me. Quiet. Cold. But I could feel the storm behind them.

Good day Everyone I wanted to share a quick update. I am working on the draft for Eric's story and expect to start it the week of May 6, 2024. I hope you will be as excited as I am to write the story. His will have a couple interesting twists but suffice to say he will find his mate. The question ... will he accept her :) After that we will see where we go but I do want to write the stories for the pups after they are grown. Any feedback is always welcome. Let me know if you are excited to read the story or follow me on my socials to get updates. Ellie xo

Minus “You wanna hear more?” I asked in disbelief. She raised an eyebrow. “I’m here, aren’t I?” “Flyin’ baby Jesus, Cricket. I can’t for the life of me figure out why?” “Would you make up your mind please, Minus,” Cricket ground out. “Do you want me to be a part of this, or not?” “Actually… I don’t know,” I admitted. “That’s not an answer!” she snapped.

They express their gratitude for my participation and mention that they received Diane’s work on time. But what stops me cold is the reason they give for rejecting mine: they never received my submission. “What?” I whisper, my voice sounding hollow in the quiet of my room. My mind races as I reread the email, hoping that I’ve somehow misinterpreted it. But the words don’t change. They never received my submission. I know that’s impossible. I handed the USB to Diane myself. She offered to give it to the Rita. How could it not have been turned in? My insides tighten as I try to run the numbers on what to do exactly.

Ken made his way back to the cottage, grabbed Nicky by the leg and pulling her towards the dug grave. The reluctant corpse made it hard for him, getting stuck at different positions. She seemed heavier than usual and had gone darker, her injuries had gone black and stunk of dried blood. Ken gave a sigh and rolled her into the grave, tears formed in his eyes as he scattered the soil over her. He made the sign of the crucifix and pinned the shovel on the grave.

He said, "Alright, I'll go and submit them now. Both of you can just wait for the result, it would probably be out by tomorrow." After speaking, Felix left. He was happy Anna was prepared. ****** Rachel pulled her over, smiling and asked, " Anastacia, what is your proposal? You're so confident that it will be approved?" "I've prepared two proposals just in case. The one on the computer is the one that I'm most satisfied with. The other was the initial draft that I had just submitted. The one that I'm most satisfied with can't be recovered, so never mind, I'll just have to use the other one." Anna appeared unhappy. It was obvious that she was not satisfied with the one she had just submitted.

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****