The Editor Is The Extra Novels & Stories

I have accidentally double submitted a chapter. ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ But don't worry, I already contacted my editor about it. In the meantime, please enjoy reading! Also, thank youu to Onyx Hikari, Silvia Cisneros, Dolly Clavel, Amazing, Families TAS, Nash Husinhasan, Andrea Mason, Dreamy, Abs_ys and visitor6317! I love love love reading your comments! ◉⁠‿⁠◉ Thank you so much for supporting the story!

HEY, Y'ALL!!!!! THANKS TO MY AMAZING EDITOR, I WAS ABLE TO CANCEL THE 2 UNNECESSARY CHAPTERS UPLOADED BY MISTAKE. ONCE AGAIN, I WANT TO TELL YOU HOW MORTIFIED I AM FOR THE MESS I'VE CREATED. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND YOUR UNDERSTANDING. IF BY ANY CHANCE, YOU HAVE PROBLEMS WITH THE COINS, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, CONTACT THE SERVICE CENTER AND THEY WILL HELP YOU GET THEM BACK. IF YOU STILL HAVE PROBLEMS, LET ME KNOW AND I WILL TRY TO HELP YOU AS MUCH AS I CAN. EMMA

Elara gasped, her white eyes flickering dangerously as the skin along her ribs began to crack with raw, violet-gold electricity, her long silver-streaked hair turning completely white under the strain. ​"The asset is dividing her processing power," the lead Editor printed, his pupil-less silver eyes flashing as he prepared to strike the final, formatting blow. "The entry is invalid." ​"Corin! Now!" Elara roared. ​From the dark mouth of the ventilation shaft, the tattered, scarred Archivist erupted into the chamber. He didn't use magic; he swung his massive iron crowbar with a brutal, two-handed velocity that struck the lead Editor directly across his gold-leaf chest plate. The impact sounded

if you're fine with all that, let's proceed! And if you're feeling so inclined to drop a comment, or vote, or follow (not sure how it works on here yet) I will try to resond in a timely manner. Unofficial Editor credits to the readers that have taken the time to be my grammar police at the time of "completion" (I'm still making grammar edits): Cjallen24, George Calloni, Mylo, Noelle Mounce, Spacekonijn and the MVP: Sacha De Nijs Prologue

Cassian expressed his concern. "What are you trying to say?" Satine asked. "Let me tell you a story to help wake you up a bit." Cassian launched into his story without bothering to find out whether Satine cared to listen to him. "There was once a beautiful female author who wrote a draft and asked an editor to help her review it. After looking at the author, the editor said that the top half filled out nicely, but the bottom half was a little frilly. There was even a hole that needed filling.

Jane’s POV “What?” I gasped. “How is that possible? But it says–” Ed cut me off. “Forget what it says! Am I really going to write that this is an aphrodisiac and then let everyone know which of my customers needs it?” ‘Oh my gosh,’ laughed Ina, ‘this is good, this is so good! More dramatic than a T.V. show!’ She bent double, her giggles getting louder until she was struggling to breathe.

The first thought that comes into my head after is that I will absolutely describe this moment in the next draft because I see now that my editor is right, my readers came for the raw reality I started with. He crawls up my body and pushes inside me while my legs are still shaking and every stroke registers in a place that’s already spent and rebuilding simultaneously. I pull him down by the back of his neck and bite his shoulder, making him groan into the pillow beside my head and cum deep inside me. Afterwards, his chest is against my back and we're both breathing hard as we stare at the ceiling. “Your editor’s wrong,” he says. “The writing’s not conservative.”

Hi Everyone! With the holidays, my editor will not be finished with the edits for some time. I have decided to go ahead and have this marked as completed here after today's revisions. Please keep an eye out for the revised 2nd Edition of Save Me, My Alpha, My Mate in stores and on A****n! I can't wait to grow as a writer to give you better content! I am BURSTING with ideas and worlds for you to explore! (If I can have this edited after it has been marked completed here, I will do that and let you know!)

She pulled away enough to look me right in the eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s great, and I’m sure he’s polished it like a dream, but that doesn’t make any difference. I know your voice. I know the way you sound, and the way you say it, and that over there on the screen, is you. You’re the one who’s talking.” “That’s because he’s a very good editor. He keeps my voice intact, while getting his polish out. He used a lot of polish, believe me.”

It was glowing with light. She realized it was not a weapon. It was like a control for the world. She crawled to the book. With the last of her strength she pressed her pen against the page. "I... Am... The... Editor!" she screamed. She did not write words. She drew a line. She made a thick silver line that crossed out the paragraph about her death. The Twist of the Blade The mechanical arm froze. The whole room began to vibrate. The bright light turned into a angry red color.