Okay, so for the past few months, I've been working on this novel called: True Fangs.
Everybody who I've read bits and pieces to thinks that it could get published and possibly be a bestseller. These comments, however, make me think of more questions and more difficulties in how much I can get for this, and if it is TRULY good enough.
Just so you can get the feel of how my book is, here is a small piece:
The girl with abstract gold eyes smiled as she reached in to grab my shoulders. “Hi Jaycee, I'm May, the oldest sister. Michael always said you were pretty, but that might've been an understatement.”
I laughed entusiastically. “Hardly.”
May seemed like the candle of the family; the one that held everything together; the light that led them. If she were ever to become my sister-in-law, she'd be the one to go shopping with, to give me merridal advice, to become my sister.
The only one left to meet was the blonde man.
Michael led me to him, grinning menacingly as he squeezed my hand.
Immediately, as soon as I could hear his breath, and see the light grin playing on his lips, Michael dropped my hand and the boy threw his muscular arms around me, enveloping me in an abrasive hug. “I'm Luke, it's great to finally see you.” He made an exalting look at Michael and then his eyes flew back to mine. “You're beautiful.”
Hopefully that was the final time I would hear that word. I smiled, hoping he wouldn't see my inside annoyance. “Thank you, Luke.”
And just like that, without any further greetings, they all formed around Michael and I, tugging us toward the legit house.
It smelled of flowers and chocolate, more or less. The immediate feel of the room we entered caught my breath simultaneously, and the air circulating through it rendered me speechless. It was like the picture of a perfect home, enlightnening and picturesque. I'd assumed it to be the living room. There was a suede couch the color of cream planted in the back of the room, freely lit by a lamp on each side. Aside from the one couch, there was a love seat, of the same color, placed in the light of a window about four feet from the left side of the main couch. The paintings and portraits that hung on every wall seemed to comfort me; they were trying to be more like humans, and that showed how much they hated their true nature.
Tell me what you think and if it could become successful.
I would also like to know how much money I could make from this, and if you know any great publishing companies, that would be appreciated to.
Thank you, and just so you know, I'm only thirteen years old
Everybody who I've read bits and pieces to thinks that it could get published and possibly be a bestseller. These comments, however, make me think of more questions and more difficulties in how much I can get for this, and if it is TRULY good enough.
Just so you can get the feel of how my book is, here is a small piece:
The girl with abstract gold eyes smiled as she reached in to grab my shoulders. “Hi Jaycee, I'm May, the oldest sister. Michael always said you were pretty, but that might've been an understatement.”
I laughed entusiastically. “Hardly.”
May seemed like the candle of the family; the one that held everything together; the light that led them. If she were ever to become my sister-in-law, she'd be the one to go shopping with, to give me merridal advice, to become my sister.
The only one left to meet was the blonde man.
Michael led me to him, grinning menacingly as he squeezed my hand.
Immediately, as soon as I could hear his breath, and see the light grin playing on his lips, Michael dropped my hand and the boy threw his muscular arms around me, enveloping me in an abrasive hug. “I'm Luke, it's great to finally see you.” He made an exalting look at Michael and then his eyes flew back to mine. “You're beautiful.”
Hopefully that was the final time I would hear that word. I smiled, hoping he wouldn't see my inside annoyance. “Thank you, Luke.”
And just like that, without any further greetings, they all formed around Michael and I, tugging us toward the legit house.
It smelled of flowers and chocolate, more or less. The immediate feel of the room we entered caught my breath simultaneously, and the air circulating through it rendered me speechless. It was like the picture of a perfect home, enlightnening and picturesque. I'd assumed it to be the living room. There was a suede couch the color of cream planted in the back of the room, freely lit by a lamp on each side. Aside from the one couch, there was a love seat, of the same color, placed in the light of a window about four feet from the left side of the main couch. The paintings and portraits that hung on every wall seemed to comfort me; they were trying to be more like humans, and that showed how much they hated their true nature.
Tell me what you think and if it could become successful.
I would also like to know how much money I could make from this, and if you know any great publishing companies, that would be appreciated to.
Thank you, and just so you know, I'm only thirteen years old