The Submission Novel Novels & Stories

I have already posted the first 3 chapters and will be contining to post 3 chapters a week, one each on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. The only reason there is more beyond Rite of Submission is because of all of you. (and my beta readers who practically screamed at me that there had to be more). I hope to see all your wonderful comments and notes there. If you haven't noticed yet, I do actually look through and read your comments, even the ones correcting my grammar. And that brings me to a very special thank you to the unofficial editors: Cjallen24, George Calloni, Mylo, Noelle Mounce, SpaceKonijn and the MVP: Sacha De Nijs!

Thank you and have a happy new year! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE NINE MONTHS Thank you so much!

Anonymous D. My name is Neil Swan, and I am the Senior Editor of MTH Publishing Corporation. I’m pleased to announce to you that the novel you submitted, “Drowned in the Sea of Flames,” has been given an exclusive contract. You can sign the contract I’ve included in this message. Thank you very much. Best regards, Neil Swan

-D Cassie’s breath caught. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard. She typed a quick refusal. Cassie: I’m not interested. Please stop contacting me. She hit send, heart pounding. The reply came almost instantly. Unknown: That’s too bad. I thought you might want to keep these private. A photo loaded below the text. Cassie’s stomach dropped like a stone.

As I sink into the soft embrace of the bed, I make a vow to myself: No matter what happens in this place, no matter what he promises or tempts me with . I will refuse to submit to Sasha.

The team was starting to notice. Yet lying there in Callan’s arms, with his grief and my anxiety woven together into something almost bearable, I realized the scariest truth of all: I wasn’t submitting because he forced me anymore. I was submitting because it felt like coming home. And that truth was going to break us both before it saved us.

"Are you thinking about your new novel? Haven't you got any idea about that yet? Mi-hi shook her head sadly. The publishing company she was working with, had given her a couple of months to finish a novel with an unique romantic condensation "What about you try a story about..... Mafia?" Dea suggested her obscurely and instantly kicked her in mind about telling her about that. What would she tell if Mi-hi wanted to know more Mi-hi looked at Dea with big, astonished eyes and suddenly slapped her on her shoulder gratefully.

"Professor Langford said the entry came in at midnight on Sunday. Did you hear how he described the market model? He said it was institutional-grade. People are saying the department head wants to introduce them to venture capital partners." "Who submits a winning portfolio and just walks away from a fellowship?" the other guy scoffed, slinging his leather bag over his shoulder. "It's weird. It's like there's some mystery ghost running around the business building." My hand froze around the neck of a plastic water bottle. A cold, heavy rock dropped straight into my stomach. My breath caught in my throat, burning my chest. My submission. I had submitted that market model two weeks ago from a

I flipped the next page and immediately another photograph stared back at me. Adrian was walking through what looked like an underground warehouse while armed men followed behind him. Another page, Adrian sitting across from dangerous-looking men at some private meeting overseas. Another page, a surveillance photograph of Adrian violently pinning somebody against a wall while blood stained the front of his shirt. Another page, where weapons investigations, international crime reports, private intelligence documents, underground organisation links, illegal transactions, murder allegations, my chest started hurting, making it physically difficult to breathe. “No,” I whispered again shakily whi

She was forced. She was submitting. ***** Sequel to Submission, Submitting out now. Submitting: The Darkness Beckons By Korielyn.