Submission Novels & Stories

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It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

It bothered me that all the dominant men in this pack passed around the submissives. " Leave us, " I said tapping my foot. " I'll be back Mr. Hart, " the submissive says touching his bulge. She walked away extra sassy making sure to shake her ass just to make Luke want more and I could tell , by his eyes, it was working. " So, what's up, man, " Luke asked shoving his hands into his pockets of his tailored suit. " I found this girl last night--" " Was it your mate? " Luke interuppts.

My hand was shaking as I was accepting their request. I also had more than a thousand notifications, thanks to Noah's tag on my name on his post. I was browsing my I*******m account when I saw Anne's latest I*******m post. Her post kill all the excitement that I felt earlier. It was a picture of her and Andrew. It was a candid shot. They look happy and in love. Anne's caption says it all. "Partner"

the person then shoved the papers a little more to her, practically putting it on her mouth. She grabbed the papers and the person squeaked a second time, but a little quieter than before. “Thank you, did they say anything about the submission?” she asked the person. “U-um, they- they said to su- submit th-that as soo-soon as po- possible.” he said finally finished the sentence after a lot of stuttering. Before Hestia could even respond, the boy quickly scurried away and went back to his seat, at the front. Not wanting to dabble about the boy anymore, knowing that he is the class representative, ‘Although why would they elect someone like his as rep? Is it ju

Evan replied, automatically. "So what happens?" Jasmine pushed as I tried to understand. "Griffin and Chance will fight in hand to hand and wolf combat. No weapons are allowed. Whoever forces the other to submit first is the winner. Unfortunately, these fights often result in death." another Beta explained. "Can he really take Lilly as his mate if he wins?" Mom asked. "He can" the same Beta answered. "That will NEVER happen. She is mine!" he growled as he pulled me closer. My mind was a swirl of thoughts and emotions. I was so confused. Why would Chance do this? I knew that he was sad over the loss of his true mate but why would he try to take me? Could I refuse him? Reject him? None of this

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"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

“Because if there were, we wouldn’t be sitting here discussing submission. We’d be discussing suspension.” The weight of that statement settled quietly over the room. I wasn’t raising my voice. I didn’t need to. I glanced at the clock briefly before returning to the table. “Timeline.” Clara answered, “If revisions are completed today, we can finalize the package within forty-eight hours and proceed with submission.” I considered that. “No.” A few heads lifted. “We take seventy-two,” I said. Clara frowned slightly. “To allow more review?” “To ensure there’s nothing we’ve missed,” I replied. “Speed is useful. Accuracy is essential