Book 3 of the bestselling Skyhaven series by MrDojo.

Was fantasy unpopular nowadays?
Wang Jian continued to browse through the rankings on the bestselling list.
Suddenly, he found one that sounded suspiciously like a fantasy novel—"The Dragonlance Chronicles".
It was ranked Number 19 on the bestselling list.
"The Hobbit", "The Lord of the Rings" and a few others were also ranked in the Top 100 on the bestselling list.
However, the main point was there was not a single fantasy novel written within the last few years!
Could it be that readers' had a change of taste, and fantasy novels no longer held the potential to sell well?
Or, could it be that no authors were willing to write fantasy novels nowadays?
Wang Jian was a bit concerned. Would "I Am the Grand Master" appeal to the average American reader?
More importantly, would it sell?
At that moment, the door opened.
Al came in and asked Wang Jian, "Hey, Wang. Have you had any luck with job hunting?"
He looked up and noticed Al, whose sleepy eyes looked back at him. A few of his stubby dreadlocks stood up messily.
"Ugh, I don't wanna talk about it," Wang Jian said, slightly annoyed, "That old White man wanted an African-American waiter, I got brushed off as soon as I walked through the door."
"Huh? He's looking for African-Americans?" Al was stunned at first, but then it dawned on him, "You mean, he's trying to find niggers?"
"I guess I understand his thought process," Al said, "but lately you Yellows have had a real hard time finding jobs in non-Japanese neighborhoods. Those Japs are so arrogant, no one likes them."
"But I'm Chinese," Wang Jian said helplessly, "I'm not Japanese."
"Well, to most White people, you're no different," Al scoffed and said, "I'm a Nigerian, and my friend across the street is Cameroonian, but we're all niggers in their eyes."
"In America, only the Whites have the right to be identified differently. They could be Irish, they could be German, whatever else," Al continued, "If you really can't find a job, just hang with me and the big boys. How much money can you actually make going to work?"
"Uh, I'll think about it." Wang Jian replied.
'Getting involved with gangs?'
'You've got to be kidding me!'
The morality from within his bloodline prevented Wang Jian from going down that dark path.
Even if he was dirt poor and scraping for a bite to eat, he would never consider it.
Al shrugged and said, "Suit yourself, but it's almost time to pay the rent again."
Then, he walked towards the bathroom.
Wang Jian scratched his head in violent frustration, feeling completely powerless.
He was trapped in the Bronx, jobless.
The hardest thing in life is waking up and realizing there's no way to move forward.
If there was an opening for him in a factory somewhere, he would jump at the opportunity immediately. However, the American manufacturing industry had been completely taken over by the Japanese.
Most of the remaining industries that made good money required an expert level of practical knowledge and training.
Not to mention, the Whites were losing their jobs left and right. What was left for him?
'Tomorrow, I'll go to the bookstore. I'm going to scout out some of the more recent bestsellers.' Wang Jian thought to himself.
Soon after, Al had a change of clothes and bid Wang Jian goodbye before he headed out to hang out with the "big guy".
As soon as Al had left, Wang Jian turned on the lights and slowly began to copy down each Chinese character from the "I Am the Grand Master" novel in his mind.
It soon grew dark outside.
The occasional scream of a man or a woman was heard, sometimes a handful of gunshots echoed through the cold night.
This was a routine occurrence in the Bronx..
The next day, warm sunlight shone jolted Wang Jian awake, the warm rays bathing his body in a golden glow.
Had he actually spent the entire night writing?
Catching sight of the thick stack of manuscript papers that had been piled onto the desk, Wang Jian had to rub his eyes, momentarily caught in a state of disarray.
He quickly recalled that he had planned to go to the bookstore today.
After washing up, he ate something and walked out of the house.
In the Bronx, it was a lot easier to find marijuana or a pistol than a bookstore.
As Wang Jian could recall, the nearest bookstores were on the outskirts of the Bronx.
Although it belonged to the Bronx, it was somewhat closer to Brooklyn and served as an ethereal paradise.
It was packed to the brim with hippies from rich families.
They wanted to be different, and they pretentiously called it "art".
To be fair, there may have been a handful of talented artists who unfortunately did not land a break, but the rest were clearly a bunch of posers whose main goal was to be "unique".
Though the security was significantly better in this area because of the rich.
Apart from rampant drug abuse, violent crimes were less common here than the rest of the Bronx.
Wang Jian took the bus. He took notice shortly after that the scene was completely different from the inner circles of the Bronx.
Instead of gang members hidden under gang hoodies and tattoos of guns and knives, there were young men wearing black eyeshadow and black leather jackets.
'What's this style called again?
'Oh yeah, punk.'
Wang Jian caught sight of a White girl who had a nose piercing. As she walked past him, he felt a mild toothache.
'These guys are just f*cking around!'
Fortunately, there was a bookstore right around the corner.
The bookstore was decorated in a way that was far from what Wang Jian had in mind.
There was a large bat bookstore's exterior, and in front of the bat, a masked Spider-man was distributing flyers.
Before Wang Jian even entered the bookstore, he could see the long line that stretched outside the bookstore.
Most of the people waiting in line were ashy and bespectacled. Half of them were Black and the other half, White.
He grabbed one of the boys in line and asked, "Hey bro, what's going on?"
The fat White guy in his clutches had a pronounced, pale face. He looked at Wang Jian, surprised. "You don't know? The latest "Spider-Man" issue is being released today!"
"Spider-Man?" Wang Jian loosened his grip and thought to himself, '"Spider-Man" is popular? Seems like it's a lot more popular than "Aquaman."'
When he entered the bookstore, he noticed it was divided into two sections.
In a small space further within the bookstore was a treasure trove of books, including the ones he'd seen on the bestselling list last night.
However, there were only a handful of people in that space. He was unsure whether it was because it was too early in the day or it was because the books simply weren't selling as well as expected.
The other section—the outer one, was a larger space that sold mainly comic books and comic-related products.
There was already a long line at the cashier.
Most of the people in line were holding hardcover editions of "Spider-Man" and "Spider-Man" figurines.
Wang Jian made his way to the bestselling book corner and picked out a few fantasy novels from last night's research—The Dragonlance Chronicles, The Dark Elves, and The Lord of the Rings.
He found a stool that he could sit on so he could begin his reading.
After half an hour of poring over the pages, he stood up giddily.
There was no denying that these novels were beautifully written, with fully-fleshed backgrounds that gave deep meaning.
But...
Wang Jian couldn't bring himself to read any further.
It was supposed to be a simple novel; people read novels to relax and relieve their stress.
The author created such a complicated setting with so many main characters...
Wasn't it exhausting to read?
If he wanted to read classic literature, he could look for titles like, "Wuthering Heights" or "Notre Dame de Paris."
Even "The Count of Monte Cristo" would have been better than these books by any stretch of the imagination.
Did he have a skewed opinion of what a good novel should be like?
Wang Jian looked up at the people around him who were reading; many of them were women. One of them was looking at some sort of poetry book.
'Uh…'
In his opinion, regardless of the timeframe and era, people who enjoyed poetry were few and far between. Hence, these people didn't represent the current market of novels at all.
With that in mind, Wang Jian raised his head and casted a glance towards the other side of the bookstore.
'Why don't I check out the latest edition of the "Spider-Man" comic books?'


Reborn in the United States in 1995, with all the web novels he has read in his head.

Let's see how he uses online literature to skew America's bestseller rankings and become a popular cultural master like Stan Lee.

In the 20th century, what is the largest IP in Hollywood?

It's comics and web novels!

Netflix? It's nothing without online literature! Disney's CEO later claims.

Noah’s POV:
Returning to the company, I head straight into a meeting, leaving Eden to return to the department alone. Lewis Artie looks as smug as ever as I make my way into Mrs Clancy’s office. It’s pretty obvious who is responsible for this disaster. He’s looking far too pleased with himself for him not to be.
I feel like he’s goading me. While Mrs Clancy talks, he stares at me with that stupid smirk plastered on his face. I’d love to punch that look off his face and I’m not a violent person.
When Mrs Clancy asks me about the complaints, I tell her that I would like to replace all those sold in the last two weeks.
“Just two weeks?” she asks. “You’ve worked out when the mistake was made?”
Her tone is upbeat, and I think she might be willing to continue selling the product. She certainly isn’t angry if the small smile on her face is anything to go by.
“Yes. There was an email sent two weeks ago.”
“You mean this was your department’s fault?” James Artie, Lewis’s uncle asks, leaning forward.
He’s loving this. I don’t know what I ever did to offend him, but he seems to hate him. I can only assume that it’s because I’m always beating his nephew.
“That is yet to be confirmed,” I tell the head of finance, my teeth gritted.
“I don’t see why we can’t,” Mrs Clancy tells me calmly. “It’s the right thing to do.”
That’s Eliza Clancy for you. She always prioritises her customers and employees over everything else. It’s the main reason why Clancy’s Comforts has such a brilliant reputation.
“Mrs Clancy, they’ve sold five hundred of those tables over the weekend alone,” Lewis grumbles. “Surely, it would be more prudent to just cut our losses.”
“It’s one of our all-time bestselling products,” I retort.
“New bestselling products are designed every day. It’s hard it’s run.”
“I have to agree with Lewis,” James Artie says. “I don’t think we can finance replacing all of the products.”
“And why not?” Mrs Clancy asks. You wouldn’t know from her expression that she’s unimpressed but there’s annoyance in her tone.
“The factory and material costs far outweigh the cost of simply handing out refunds. We have a range of new products in the works which all need financing.”
“Yeah, like the rocking beds,” Lewis chimes in, rubbing salt into my wound.
Mrs Clancy looks thoughtfully between us both.
“Sales will make up for the loss in no time,” I say as I pass Mrs Clancy the information on the product, pointing out the cost of production compared to the sales price.
She’s nodding her head and I think she’s going to agree.
“We don’t have the money to invest in a dying product,” James tells us firmly.
“A dying product?” I bristle.
“Yes. It’s had its day.”
“Where’s your proof of that? Show me the sales data to say that we’re seeing a decline in sales.”
“It’s not my responsibility to collate the data,” he grumbles, “merely make decisions based on it.”
“So, you’ve seen data showing decline?” I ask.
“Well, yes.”
“Then show me the data,” I reiterate. “Because I haven’t. All the data I’ve received has indicated sales remain steady.”
Mrs Clancy drops a hand on mine, shaking her head.
“If the finance department are unable to find the funds, we have no choice,” she says and I panic that she’s going to cease production.
James and Lewis exchange looks. They’ve won and they know it. What jerks! How can they be so selfish, putting their own agenda ahead of what is best for the company?
“I’ll fund the replacements, myself,” Mrs Clancy says, taking us all by surprise, “and we’ll continue production as normal.”
“You shouldn’t do that, Mrs Clancy,” James says. “You’re wasting your money.”
Mrs Clancy laughs lightly. “Good job it’s my money to waste.”
“Thank you, Mrs Clancy,” I say.
She shakes her head. “It’s a good investment,” she tells me before dismissing us all.
Getting to my feet, I feel lighter knowing that they won’t be stopping production but I feel awful that Mrs Clancy is having to use her own money to cover the costs. I feel like I should explain to her what has happened but I don’t have the proof I need to accuse Lewis, so instead I file out with everyone else back into the lobby.

Author:
Hanleigh Bradley loves books more than nearly anything in the world; whether its reading them or writing them, Hanleigh just can't get enough. She's read more books than she can count and owns more books than some libraries.
Synopsis:
It’s hard to fall in love when all people see is money.

Eden Clancy might be an heiress, she might have all the money she would ever need but it comes at a cost. When people look at her, they don’t actually see her, unable to look beyond the designer handbags and the luxurious car she drives.
Sitting in a restaurant she hates, eating food she can’t stand to please a guy that left her with the bill and a broken heart, Eden decides something has got to change.
When her grandma suggests going to work at the family business, Clancy’s Comforts, Eden groans. The last thing she wants is to deal with more people only interested in her because of her last name and wealth.

But Grandma’s got it all planned out; a fake identity, giving up her car, handbags and credit cards, and a new job as an assistant. It’s completely balmy but Eden finds herself agreeing to her Grandma’s terms.

The only problem... Noah Grisham, Eden’s new boss.

He might have the prettiest face Eden has ever seen but his temper definitely doesn’t match. He’s moody, downright rude, and quite frankly offensive.
For the first time in her life, someone is seeing beyond her money, but he still manages to completely misunderstand her.

I was surprised to get your letter! Grandma and Me are doing just fine. We would never survive in New York, Hazel, you know that. 

I'm sure you'll figure out everything when the time comes. Your mother did. She was so excited to become a bestselling author. I remember the day she went and bought her "special meeting outfit" as she called it.

What you eat at work shouldn't matter Hazel. As long as you get your work done and on time that's all that should matter. 

You always did love watching birds. You would sit on the porch and watch them for hours. 

I have to end the letter here, because I've got work to do. Tell Simon hello for me! 

Love, 
Grandpa

After Hazel moves to New York to become an author, she starts writing letters to her Grandfather. 

As the two begin to send letters back and forth, Hazel's husband begins to notice something off about her and the letters.

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You can be a fighter
and have pain inside of you
You can be a hero
and live with the trauma 
You can be brave
and still, need a break.


-Najwa zebian

Pain, ache,dard, dor, douleur and so many words for a single emotion. What is pain? How can one define it? Some might say it's an uncomfortable feeling when you're hurt or injured. But she was neither hurting nor injured yet she was constantly in pain. She wanted to wash it away. She wished to send it so far that it couldn't come back to haunt her. They said after enduring it for long, one became numb to pain. But why it was aching so much. Why couldn't she feel numb? why?

These whys were tormenting her. 

Sonnet had always yearned for a normal and typical life and never dreamed of any luxuries. She wanted a start over.

But was it so simple?

No matter where she went, her nightmares were with her reminiscent of --all the happenings she wanted to leave behind.

She moved to new cities and sometimes to new States to start fresh.

But only if running away was the remedy. 

After four years of running and escaping she's tired. She wanted normality, stability, and control. It was slipping through her finger each passing moment.

However, She accomplished great heights in these four years that she'd been proud of. And she should be.

Never in her wildest dreams, she had imagined that the words she'd scribbled in those chilly nights to soothe her burning and lonely soul would be published and appreciated by millions of people across the world. Some broken yet undefeated people like her.

Who knew the innocent questions asked by a teenager would stun the world. They had no answers. 

Her first book "The broken silence " was read worldwide and it inspired many young women. Though no one was aware of the truth behind her compositions


Destiny was not a morning person. Things that she loved include eating and sleeping with no care in the world. But it was a special Monday in the bad sense. She had to complete the current book she was working on in a week and yes she had wasted most of her time sleeping or playing with Mr.bean.

"Uggghhh why do I've to be a writer", asked Destiny to no one in particular. "Because you can't do anything to fill your tummy ", answered Kate out of nowhere. Kate is her agent and a very close friend.

" And good morning to you too."

"Ah! So you are still not a morning person?"

"No, I'm not. Morning is not less than mourning."

"You-- who are you mourning early in the morning."

"My luck and this manuscript."

"Poor Ms. Darcy."

She entered her living room and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and started chewing it irritating someone to no end.

"Can you stop calling me that? Do you even who Darcy was? And leave my apple this is the last one left and I can't go grocery shopping", groaned Destiny in annoyance, frustration, and all the gloomy exclamations.

" Of course, I know Mr. Darcy. He was my first fictional crush."

"You disappoint me, my dear. I wonder how can one like a snobbish and arrogant man like Fitzwilliam Darcy?"

"Who was this Fitzwilliam guy? He was in the movie?"
Kate furrowed her brows to recollect where she heard the name.

On the other hand, Sonnet gaped at Kate in disbelief.
 
The ardent one who claimed to be the ardent lover of Jane Austen had no idea about Mr. Darcy's full name.

Poor Mr. Darcy!


Sonnet hated this agent of hers. She cursed the fateful day she met kate. She still remembered the day when this cartoon landed in front of her, out of nowhere, and offered to publish her diary.

No one expressed any interest in her writing but she did and she proved it right.

A bestselling author of back-to-back five books was no joke.



"Okay! drop the act and tell me how much are you done? We don't have much time left and I've got the demons to raise too", said kate dramatically.

"I have the ending story in mind but I can't express it in words, "Sonnet replied in return.

"Ah! What's new about this? Last time, you said the same thing but in the end, it was still New York bestselling."

"And yeah! The old man said he won't accept the dark and tragic ending. He wants something sweet and fluffy."

"Then ask him to bake a cake and leave his job."

Her indifferent reply left Kate dumbfounded. 

"You-- Come on, Sonnet people love books with happily ever after."

"Kate, I don't like giving false hopes to my readers. This is life and there are no happily ever afters or prince charming." Or Knights. 

After a pause, she went on.

"This is life, Kate. And there is pain, sorrow, ups, and downs until it sucks your soul and leaves you hollow inside. So, better they understand it now in ."

Seeing the surge of emotions in her eyes, Kate sighed inwardly.

How much torment this young woman had endured?

Nevertheless, she schooled her expression back to normal because the last thing she deserved was her pity.

"Conclusion-- I can't change your mind?"





Chapter 54: About the Author
Imogene Kash is an international, bestselling romance author who writes across multiple genres. She's never met a romance category she didn't like. That includes the exciting and ever-growing world of M/M romance!
She has an obsession with opposites attracting and enemies-to-lovers love stories, which is why so many of her books feature unlikely lovers. For Imogene, those are the best kind of reads and stories to write about.
When she's not binge-watching Criminal Minds, Snapped, or glued to old episodes of Forensic Files, Imogene takes full advantage of living in the most beautiful state in the US. She'll leave it up to you to guess which one that might be. Hint: it is full of magnificent, big mountains, and is home to more craft beer than any one person can sample in a lifetime.


Theo Sandoval doesn’t belong here, there, or anywhere.
Klein Warren doesn’t believe in a damn thing.
Malachi ‘Mac’ O’Shea isn’t interested in trying to behave.
One wants to be the best but can’t get past his meager beginnings.
One wants to be famous but can’t overcome his crippling fear.
One wants to be free from the heavy chains of his dangerous legacy but has no way out.
Three young men from very different backgrounds, whose paths would never normally cross, will ultimately end up shaping each other's futures. With little in common and a million unanswered questions about the growing feelings between them, it shouldn’t be an easy feat for the three boys to fall in love. However, the past has proven that anything is possible at Castle Pines, an elite, boys only private school tucked away high in the Colorado mountains that brought these very different boys together.
Somehow this unexpected trio makes learning all about love and sex look effortless... until cold, hard reality comes crashing in.
The truth is, some differences are just too big to overcome, and making the choice to walk away from what you’ve always known can be impossible.

The Allstar The Rockstar and The Gangstar  is created by Imogene Kash, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author


Chapter 50: About the Author
Imogene Kash is an international bestselling romance author who writes across multiple genres. She’s never met a romance category she didn’t like. That includes the exciting and ever-growing world of M/M romance!
She has an obsession with opposites attracting and enemies-to-lovers love stories, which is why so many of her books feature unlikely lovers. For Imogene, those are the best kind of reads and stories to write about.
When she’s not binge-watching Criminal Minds, Snapped, or glued to old episodes of Forensic Files, Imogene takes full advantage of living in the most beautiful state in the U.S. She’ll leave it up to you to guess which one that might be. Hint: it is full of wonderful, big mountains and is home to more craft beer than any one person can sample in a lifetime.


In this elite school… locked high away in the Colorado mountains … it’s boys only. He’s a loner. Sebastian “Bash” Lowell is used to not fitting in or going with the flow. They call him a punk in the press, so he does his best to live up to the title. All Bash wants is to graduate and get on with his life outside the limelight. No attachments, school only, so he can focus on getting into his dream college.
Nothing prepared him for Rutledge Darby. He’s a legacy. Rutledge “Edge” Alexander Darby IV has had everything in his life handed to him on a silver platter. They call him the preppy-billionaire-heir in the press, although he resists his title at every possible opportunity. Castle Pines is all he’s ever known—a kingdom he’s ruled since birth.
Edge longs for something to surprise him. He's desperate for the unexpected. He’s ready for something real. Nothing prepared him for Bash Lowell.
The Prep and The Punk is created by Imogene Kash, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

Could you survive on your own, in the wild, with everyone out to make sure you don't live to see the morning?

In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send one boy and one girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live TV. Sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives alone with her mother and younger sister, regards it as a death sentence when she is forced to represent her district in the Games. But Katniss has been close to dead before - and survival, for her, is second nature. Without really meaning to, she becomes a contender. But if she is to win, she will have to start making choices that weigh survival against humanity and life against love.

New York Times bestselling author Suzanne Collins delivers equal parts suspense and philosophy, adventure and romance, in this searing novel set in a future with unsettling parallels to our present.
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Chapter 54: About the Author
Jay Crownover is the international and multiple New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men Series, the Saints of Denver Series, the Point Series, the Breaking Point series, the Getaway series, and the Loveless, Texas Series. Her books can be found translated in many different languages all around the world. She is a tattooed, crazy haired Colorado native who lives at the base of the Rockies with her awesome dogs. This is where she can frequently be found enjoying a cold beer and Taco Tuesdays. Jay is a self-declared music snob and outspoken book lover who is always looking for her next adventure, between the pages and on the road.
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Every once in a while, you need to get away from it all.
I was a woman on the edge, shaken and shattered after a breakup that felt like it tore my entire world apart.
My best friend, sick of watching me drown in misery and melancholy, harassed me until I agreed to go with her on a week-long wilderness retreat.
She promised days spent bonding and getting in touch with our inner bad-asses. It was supposed to be all about the two of us roughing it and making do with the bare minimum. She assured me we were going to be pushed to our limits in ways that were unimaginable. Neither one of us could have ever guessed just how right she was.
Nowhere in the glossy brochure did it say anything about the fact I was going to have to battle the insufferable but deliciously rugged and sexy trail guide instead of the elements. The brochure also forgot to mention the part that warned when y
ou left civilization behind, there was no place to pack your inhibitions and fears.
I was told that I would be facing a week where the only thing I should expect was the unexpected. However, no one mentioned that I was going to have to fight for my life…and my heart as soon as I ventured into the unknown.
I was a pro at hiding from my feelings but when it came time to face a real threat, one that could change everything, I learned I was more of a no surrender, no retreat kind of girl.

Retreat is created by Jay Crownover, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author. 

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