The Submission Novel Novels & Stories

"You wouldn’t dare reject your mate. Do you have any idea how many women in this pack would kill to be in your position? To be my Luna?" His arrogance snaps something inside me. Lucky? LUCKY? I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Oh, Travis,” I say, shaking my head. “Do I look like any of those women to you?” His nostrils flare, and I know he doesn’t like my tone. But I don’t care. Because I refuse to submit. "Kali, I am your mate, and—" "I, Kali, reject you, Alpha Travis, future Alpha of the Red Night Pack, as my mate and Alpha." His eyes widen in horror, but I don’t stop. "I refuse to submit to you—now and forever."

The best part of my day is refreshing GoodNovel and D****e and reading all the comments, especially because it allows me to interact with you guys. That being said. Writing this story was so gratifying, brought me so much joy, that I’m also not ready to leave that behind. So I am thrilled to announce my new story, “SUBMISSION 101,” a Professor/Student romance which dropped on November 26th on GoodNovel and D****e. It has about 10 times more smut than this book tho, so reader's discretion is strongly advised! Once again, thank you for reading, commenting, gifting and leaving gems!

here he turned to Basira: “We can take to Sir Rushet the letters which her grace, our benefactress, has mentioned.” “Thank you,” answered Basira; “there are occasions here continually, for men are sent expressly.” “All the commands must maintain communication,” said Sir Geswer. “But are you going to Rashroff, indeed, with this young beauty?” “Oh, this is an ordinary puss, not a beauty, gracious benefactor,” said Novoveski; “and I am going to Rashroff, for my son, the rascal, is serving there under the banner of Sir Rushet. It is nearly ten years since he ran away from home, and knocks at my fatherly clemency only with letters.”

"What is that?" Diane repeated the question more forcefully this time since Cathedra just stared at her dumbfounded. "Uhh. . ." Cathedra averted her eyes and extracted herself from the close proximity she had with Diane. "It's my homework." "Hmm, I never heard of homework that asks us to make our own novels, though." Cathedra blushed. There was no going around this. Diane read what she wrote and she's just asking the question in hopes that Cathedra would respond honestly.

"Before you step on that plane and become a student again, I want you to give your novel a real shot. Submit the manuscript to my board today. Not as my cousin, but as an author." ​I looked at the stack of pages—the story of a woman who was tired of being a footnote in other people's lives. "You really think it’s ready?" ​"It’s more than ready. It’s raw, it’s honest, and it’s exactly what the market is starving for," he insisted. He then pulled out a second document—a contract. "And this is the second part of my offer. I’ve spoken with the editor-in-chief of The Sovereign. It’s the most prestigious magazine in the country, and they want you as a regular columnist."