The Submission Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

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I found myself momentarily frozen at what I was seeing. Was i dreaming or I wasn’t? But why did one of his sons look familiar with his blonde hair and blue eyes..... No Fucking Way ...... he is the wrong guy , I had a lap dance with. “Don’t be rude, Nixole, go shake their hands!” my mother scolded, bringing me back to reality. “Yeah! Sorry”, I cleared my throat. Again I was lost in my mind. I walked up to them and extended my hand. “I’m Nicole Adams,” I said in a low voice to the first guy.

“Nick, go tell Eva that she has ten minutes.” Nick nodded and dialed her number. The phone rang once, then was immediately declined. The next time, she blocked him. Looking down at the zip file Eva had sent, he knew this wedding was never going to happen. “Mr. Davidson, Miss Walker blocked me. But she sent something meant for you.”

“Yes?” “This is Mara Ellison from Horizon Literary Agency. I’m reaching out because we’ve come across an anonymous manuscript that’s been circulating in underground literary circles for the past few months. It’s a powerful, raw exploration of emotional neglect in a high-society marriage, the reclamation of identity, and the painful beauty of second chances. The writing is exceptional. We believe it could be a major debut novel.” My heart stuttered. The anonymous novel I had written during the darkest months—pouring my pain, my resilience, and my quiet strength onto the pages late at night when sleep evaded me.

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"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"

Tife Okuwobi, ID number; 40515176, email; lamefacebook72@g***l. com. GoodNovel company. Dear GoodNovel Application Company, Request to remove my novel from your application. My name is Tife Okuwobi with the ID number; 40515176. I have a novel entitled "One Thousand Years" on your application. I wrote a letter to you some few weeks back about terminating the contract I signed with GoodNovel company and I was sent a reply for the agreement.

Gulping, I stared hard at his face, convincing myself I was probably overthinking it. He can't be Guel. They might have identical body shapes and even smells the same, but they weren't the same. He walked around me, his eyes never leaving my body, like a predator stalking his prey, looking for weak points before attacking. “Are you a sub?” The question took me by surprise. Couldn't he tell that I was one? I was literally drooling over his abs and he couldn't even tell??? Was my frame that bad? “I… I am.”

For Elise who's unemployed in her last life, she feels ashamed, these children age seven to fifteen starting to work to learn how to feed themselves. This is also the reason why she hated this novel. All the struggle , hope and tenacity of the children have built will just be in vain once the tragedy happened. It's disgusting to think that they were just side characters for the protagonist to be known. Elise who thought that sacrifices are important for every character development is exhausting to one's pov.

A guilty pleasure that shouldn't exist and yet it does. His fingers so swift and smooth, their cast spell stirring something inside me that I never knew existed. They won't slow down while making sure I didn't either, taking me on a rollercoaster ride at a precarious speed. At that moment I could feel him more intimately closer than I ever have. It wasn't quite a welcome one, neither was it unwelcome. Perhaps a shock at the current situation. Caught off guard, I felt like a puppet in the hands of a puppeteer. Submitting.