Submitting Novels & Stories

Her opinion of Sasha isn't a glowing one, after all. Sitting downstairs in a patch of sun on the long green couch by the massive windows, I scroll through my phone idly. There are all kinds of messages on the forum. People post about how far along they are—they love comparing their babies to the size of vegetables and fruit—and talk about if they're having a boy or a girl; they even complain about their in-laws. That's a very popular topic to vent about.

It was really good. I reached for my mouse, my finger hovering over the button. I could almost hear his voice from the dream again saying he didn't want to fight it anymore. I shook my head, clearing the fog. "Get a grip, Catherine. This is business." I clicked "Submit." My heart jumped into my throat as the little loading bar zipped across the screen. Sent. Now, all I had to do was wait. I sat back, staring at the door of my office, waiting for the phone to ring or for a tall, dark-haired man in a suit to walk through the glass. Every time the elevator dinged down the hall, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

After a few moments of silence save for the rapid tap of keyboard clicks, he shuts his laptop and begins to pack it away. "You can start proofing tonight. I'll email you what I have so far," he brushes out of the study without warning, but I recognize this already as his wordless signal that it is time to head to campus. "I'll also need you to compare the internal citations to the external ones, and make sure I haven't missed anything." I nod, whipping out my phone to start a to-do list. "And before I head out for the day, I need to go to your office with you and pick up those essays. I should have them graded by midweek," I remind him.

Something about it didn’t sit right. She mentally went over the entire process again—her proposal, the submission, and every step. Everything had been in order. Feeing reassured, she let herself relax, quietly waiting for the results. As for Joseph? He was just a petty clown who was not worth her time. It took another ten minutes for everyone to finish submitting their documents. Then the coordinator stepped up and announced, “We’ll now move the submission boxes to the back. Our executive team will begin reviewing them and hand everything over to our president for final approval.”

My mate. Summoning the last reserves of my energy, I ran but I was no match for him. He tackled me roughly from behind. My breath whooshed out of my lungs as I fell to the ground. He pinned me to the ground with one hand. The other hand was at my throat, choking. "You thought you could get away, huh?" he growled. I struggled beneath him but he held on, not even seeming to exert himself. "I am your mate. You must submit to me," he ordered.

Sam asked with a smile. I glanced at Cassy and she shook her head no. I quickly went through my list of excuses. If I said no, just flat out, Sam would view me as even more of a challenge. If I said that I wasn't going, Cassy, Scarlett and Don would be upset. If I said that I already had a date, he would probably ask me for a name. I looked at Cassy for help and could tell that she was going through the same list that I was.

When he finally got up, with a heavy but determined heart, the moon was getting higher in the sky. He walked back to the clearing, where Gabriel and Amelia were waiting with eager eyes. "I've made my choice," Ethan said in a steady voice. "But first, I have to do something." He turned and walked toward the middle of the area without saying anything else. There, in the moonlight, he raised his arms to the sky and let out a long, sad howl that could be heard all through the night. It was a cry of letting go, letting go of the pain of being rejected, and welcoming the future. The moon seemed to answer by sending him a bright flash of light.

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

Damn. Joel walked back into the room and walked behind me. His hands landed on my shoulders, gently massaging. "You don't look happy." "I'm good. I just need to shoot an email to my boss." His hands lifted and I turned. "Don't stop." I began typing as his fingers went back to work. Will have the next article turned in Sunday. C Short, sweet, and more than I wanted to say.

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.