Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master 191 Have A Little More Faith In Yourself

"So you've written all of these?" She repeated.

"Yeah, those four are all mine. The earlier works are much simpler, single sized novels. The last one that I'm still working on is the first book of what I envision to be five total. Basically a science fiction book."

"This is incredible," exclaimed Grace, her face pressing close to the screen to examine one of his earlier writings. "Stephen, this one from six months ago is over a hundred thousand words! That's not just a simple writing to be cranked out in a day or a week!"

"Yeah, that one took me a couple months to pen out," chuckled Stephen.

"A couple months?!"

"What? Something wrong?"

"Stephen, you created a whole novel of that length in just a couple months? That's seriously.. impressive!"

"Well, I'm not sure if it's any good," he replied, hesitantly.

"Your style is great. The prose is really good, I have to say," she said, examining the novel further, before looking up at him. "Have you thought about publis.h.i.+ng these?"

"Maybe someday," he replied, abashedly. "That's a whole process in itself. Sometimes it's easier just to write it and be done with it."

"Be done with it? No way! Writing this good deserves to be seen by others!" replied Grace, practically bouncing off the bed.

"Grace, you've only read a couple paragraphs," Stephen chuckled. "Read the whole thing and tell me what you really thing then."

"My love seems to be forgetting about my powers," replied Grace, with a raised eyebrow. "I've already skimmed the entire story."

Stephen flinched, "The entire thing?"

"Mhmm!"
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"And you still think it's good?"

"Yes! It's excellent! You have a few things that a decent editor could get cleared up for you, but the underlying story is very good," she replied.

"I don't know, Grace. I just feel like I'm not that good enough to be published," he answered, sullenly.

"Stephen, look at me." Grace got off their bed, and sidled her way into his lap. She rested her arms on his shoulders, and peered into his hazel eyes. "You have to have a little more faith in yourself."

"It's just hard sometimes, Grace. I'm not really used to having someone be my cheerleader. I mean, apart from my mom, but still... she's my mother," he chuckled, nervously.