Submitting Novels & Stories

It’s quiet enough that a normal person wouldn’t register the words, but I can’t believe he’d risk one of the pack members hearing. That is, until I look up and see that his pack are having a contest for who can create the loudest fart noise by blowing into their hands. Idiots. Him included. How dare he disturb me at work! Hasn’t he ruined my life enough? Is there no place left where I can escape from his rejection and general assholery? “Please.” I close my eyes and breathe deeply into my nose, letting it out from my mouth.

He roared for the millionth time. I was dangerously reaching my limit here, he was shouting making me feel like a kid been scolded. I couldn't dare to look him straight in the eyes, afraid I might not like what I would have to face. I could barely dissipate my anger into the air, but I tried explaining myself my voice weakening " I already submitted the contract. I'm sure I personally handed out on Monday when Mr. Williams came to get you for the last meeting " His voice startled me as he crashed the pen he was holding " Is that so? The contract gained legs and jumped off the fucking window?"

Once we were done he grabbed the papers and left my office, closing the door behind him. I pulled out my phone and started to dial Katrina, because I did say I would talk to her later about the other half of the test, from this morning and I want to see her again too, but it went straight to voicemail, so I sent her a text and the text was rejected back. That's weird I thought. "Maybe she just turned her phone off and didn't want to be bothered" I thought to myself.

nobody speaks. "I apologise fellow but it's either you take it or leave it. I have no problem with the Rogues taking over that territory," he lies and at the same time he wishes the Moon Goddess has heard him. "After all I'm not the one begging for help" he tries to taunt them in giving up the territory. The doors abruptly slams open with two betas came running in whispering something to their Alphas who growls in return. "Alpha those people needs your help" Alpha Aaron tries to convince him yet he didn't bulge to agree.

"It felt like finishing something I didn't know I'd started." We pulled into my driveway a few minutes later. My mother's porch light was already on, warm and welcoming against the deepening evening. I sat there a moment longer before getting out, the whole day still settling into place behind my ribs. "Come in." I unbuckled my seatbelt. "Help me submit this properly. I want witnesses when I finally hit send." "Witnesses." He smiled, following me up the front steps. "I like the sound of that." Inside, my mother and Leo gathered around my laptop. I opened the application portal one final time, both recordings already uploaded, everything double and triple checked. I hovered over the submit bu

"Ready." I looked at the submission form on the monitor. The oversight board's independent intake office. My name in the field at the top. Student ID below it. The attached documentation listed in a clean column on the right side of the screen. "Do you want to submit it," Naomi said, "or do you want me to." I moved the cursor to the submit button. "I'll do it," I said. My hand was completely steady. That did not surprise me anymore. I clicked. The confirmation page loaded in three seconds. A reference number appeared. A timestamp. Four-eighteen in the afternoon.

Although the cruel smile hanging on the corners of LF's mouth was slowly being erased, a strangely faint serenity dwelled in his deep pupils. “To give such a reward to a bad subordinate who dared to disobey my order. I am truly a remarkable boss, S. Is doing Numbers matches, which you like so much, that good?” Drops of sweat gathering closely on Hyeon-sin's forehead drenched her shirt collar heavily and dripped down to the floor. “...Yes.”

she said. “Faust has a contact inside the financial regulatory office. A senior administrator named Paul Yates. Yates has access to the electronic submission portal.” Marsh’s voice was tight. Controlled. The voice of a man reading from something he had prepared. “In approximately eight minutes Yates is going to submit a system integrity flag on the portal. It will trigger an automatic shutdown of the after-hours filing window. Every pending submission gets quarantined for technical review.” A pause. “That review takes seventy-two hours minimum.”

"I am not asking for an apology or a statement or anything that requires you to publicly change your position. I am asking you to withdraw the submission and let the council process close and allow this situation to settle." "No," I said. "Annalisa—" "The submission stands," I said. "The evidence is documented and the council will review it and whatever the panel decides will be the outcome. I am not withdrawing it." A pause. Shorter than I expected. "You understand what this looks like," she said. "From the outside. What people are saying." "I know what people are saying," I said.

Westbrook executives, our team, final details before the Monday market launch. I got there early and found Eli already in the conference room, setting up presentation materials. We looked at each other across the empty room. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I said. "You look terrible," he continued. "Like you haven't slept." "I haven't," I said. "Not much. I've been... processing." "Processing what?" Eli asked. "The reality that I'm about to commit to something I can't control," I said. "That admitting I need you doesn't mean I suddenly have all the answers about how to actually handle needing someone."