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We finished lunch and read through my work again. “It’s perfect,” Shane said. “Let’s send it to my editor right away.” My hands trembled, and my stomach squirmed again. “How long until we hear from them?” I hoped it would be soon. It would be all I could think about until we received an answer. Shane shrugged. “He’ll probably read it over the weekend. I warned him that two other publishers want to read it.” Even though it was Thursday, next week seemed eons away. “He’s not going to be able to read it if we don’t send it,” Shane said.

Her subscriber count climbed at breakneck speed. That Monday—universally known as “the international lazy day”—Celina woke up with a sluggish body but an active mind. The first thing she did was reach for her phone. Eyes half-open, she unlocked the screen and checked her email. A new message was blinking in her inbox: from the publisher. Her heart raced. She clicked. “Dear Celina, It is with great pleasure that we inform you your work has reached extraordinary levels of readership and engagement. We would like to offer you an exclusive contract with our publishing house, including plans for a physical release, international translation, and promotion at major literary events.”

Once everything was done, I let out a sigh of relief and looked at Julian who sat across from me. "Once I'm done with the drafts, who should I send it to for review?" I asked. Julian got up and walked behind me. He leaned down and held my mouse, while the other hand rested on my keyboard. It felt as if he was wrapping me in his embrace. He said calmly, "First, log in to this website, upload your drafts, and then submit them." He used the mouse to complete the entire process. Then, he asked apologetically, "Was I overstepping?"

And I'll never give up on my hope. I smiled madly, especially at what I was thinking about myself. I am overambitious. And there is no wrong with it. I massaged my finger because I have a chance now and later I will definitely start writing again. Ah! I need to proofread the manuscript I finished yesterday, and then I'll be able to send it to my favorite writer's publisher next week. International Pen Publisher, Inc. is Yuki Carter's publisher. Hopefully, they will approve my manuscript by then anyway.

"Of course, I am. By the way Someone from Vicenzo Company called me because they can't seem to contact you." " I changed my phone and forgot to update them so what did they call for?" "Well, they were asking me when will you submit entry for the upcoming Novel Contest." "I haven't really thought about it, I still have 3 months before the contest. I'll tell them myself." "They also told me you can pre read some entries from the website, some already posted their novel entry. I think it will be better, you might come up with better plot if you'll learn from them"

We only give them deadlines as a cut-off for reviewing and publishing. If their work is still not finished within the deadline, they can pass it to the next deadline, but the publishing house still pays the word count they have already written. Some creative novelists have their own work, and being a writer is only their freelance hobby. I'm also surprised that Mimo is a model, and it's pretty lovely - well, she is glamorous and sexy.

He listened, held me when I faltered, and reminded me that we’d survived together. By the afternoon, I felt ready to take the next step. My hands trembled as I composed an email to a small independent publisher I admired. I included a sample chapter, my proposal, and a brief summary of the book’s purpose. Noah sat beside me, his presence a steady anchor, as I hovered over the send button. “You ready?” he asked softly. I drew in a deep breath and nodded. “Ready.” Together, we watched as I clicked send. It felt like releasing a piece of my heart into the world, terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

Mmm sexy and brains I remember first thinking. I needed to know what her lips would feel like around my cock. It was 3:00am. There’s no way she’d be awake. But I sent a message anyway. Ping! She was awake. ** Anna ** I awoke. Was last night just a dream? I checked my phone, there was a message from Jon. And a message from Tom. Plus a million notifications from tinder. Thanks Mae I thought. I read the message from Tom.. “Are you forgetting something”, followed by a camera emoticon. “Oh haha whoops, did I forget something.. I’ll just have to keep you waiting”, I responded coyly.

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"No, Mom. No." "We have no choice anymore, Katerina. Sebastian took that away from us. We did what we could. It's time to move on. To seek a new career path." "The studio was Dad's gift to us, Mom! You can't just sell it off like that. We can salvage what's left, trust me. Call the buyer and tell him we're keeping it." "I will do no such thing, Katerina," her lips press into a thin line, and I know she means every word. "Get ready. He comes tomorrow to see the place. It's done. I'm so sorry."