Casual Denial Novels & Stories

Two weeks passed like a blur, anxiety crippled Pamala. There were no other letters or threat. Whoever it was must have been bluffing, it was a silly trick. She didn't dwell too much on it. She was anxious about stepping outside, now the news of her Rejection had spread like wildfire she didn't want to people people throwing her looks of mockery or pity anywhere she went to, so she didn't go out at all. But it would be good to find a job and support her parents now that her hope for a mate was crushed. It was hard living, she felt like a shell. It hadn't gotten better but she was learning to cope with the pain.

Cas called out and Dennis raised his head swiftly to meet the face. "My man." He saluted Cas. "What are you trying to avoid? He grabbed a glass and a bottle of scotch. "Nothing, I just need to breathe." Dennis replied, downing another shot. "I don’t think that’s a bottle of air you have there, enough with the alcohol bro, we have a flight to catch early in the morning." He paused. "I think I'm familiar with this drinking pattern." Cas smiled up at Dennis. "You like her." "What? No!" Dennis tried to deny it.

She stretched out her hands forward for a handshake and typical me gracefully refused. "I'm a bit busy, I should be on my way now." I turned around and ignored, thinking she would observe my rude gesture and instantly hated me for my actions, thus, leaving me alone. Humans were so funny at times. Denial was a huge problem for a lot. "I understand you don't want to interfere with an ugly old lady like me—" —But you're not ugly—

He threw the question back to him with an innocent face and a shrug. "A question is not answered by a question." Does that quote ring any bells in your dumb brain? He inquired, shoved his hands deep into his pockets, and leaned on the door. "I don't know what you are talking about." Kabir lied. He was caught red-handed. When he had shot his video of him getting lovey-dovey with his girlfriend, he was so excited about sending it to his father that he had forgotten to lock his office door. Maybe his little brother had heard everything. He had to act innocent since he was not a fan of arguing. "He will definitely go for this conversation." He thought inwardly.

I feel my dad stood up and followed Mom. “Daniel...” My little Casia called me. It’s like she’s now growing and forgetting the manners. She’s more focus on calling me that realizing the chocolate she had in her hands. “Daniel Marius Gracia Maleia.” I acted that I didn’t hear. “Kuya…” “Yes, babe?” I quickly opened my eyes and looked at her and focus to her. “The news. Have you watch or read it?” “No, why? “The firm one of your stupid friend work got suspended and need to undergoes an investigation.”

Two years. That's how long I was gone. I volunteered for the Northern territory. And at my welcome home party, the “Truth or Dare” challenge was about him. Jaxon. My mate. The pack was howling with laughter, teasing smirks all around. “Alora, spill a secret! How’d Alpha Jaxon get that nick in his left ear? What’s his favorite food? And how long does he last during his Rut?” I answered each one. “A rock shard from an avalanche. Venison with moonpetal. And in bed… exactly one hundred and eight minutes.” Fifty questions about him. I nailed every single one. Clara, the pureblood she-wolf always at his side, propped her chin on her hand. “You sound just like his mate, don’t you?” Someone else jum

The word automatic, defensive, too quick to be convincing, the kind of no that confirmed yes. Peter sipped his tea, the gesture unhurried, unconcerned, accepting Paul’s denial without arguing, letting the lie sit in the air where everyone could see it for what it was. “Okay.” The word carrying complete disbelief packaged as agreement, the okay that meant I’m not going to fight you on this, but we both know the truth. Brett laughed so hard he wheezed, the sound high and breathless, his whole body shaking with it, the laughter that came from witnessing someone get called out perfectly, from seeing truth delivered with such gentle precision it couldn’t be defended against.

“I will be at my office.” Mallory's Penthouse “F**k, I messed up.” Mallory shouted.” “What do you mean?” Trace asked. “I denied Jace the moment the intruders pointed a gun at me.” “And how is that a bad thing?” “Are you really this dumb Trace?” “Are you going to insult me or tell me how denying your stupid ass nigga was a mess up?” “He's going to have the impression that I am going to deny him at any time of trouble.”

Haley answered in a cool, collected tone that was perilously steady. "What if he refuses to sign?" Dennis asked, gasping in disbelief. Haley got up and went to the window to gaze out at the busy streets of D city. Despite her cool demeanor, she was clearly determined. “He won't say no. He's very avaricious and desperate. He has always been conceited; if you tell him how talented he is and how Colin Group would recover with our assistance, he will underestimate the risk of the arrangement. I don't want this to drag on, he will sign without hesitation. I want Kieran bankrupt in a year, pleading with me for forgiveness."

“…to something sordid. And I won’t issue a statement that ignores the fact that I did leave my family. I won’t call my wife a liar.” The room was utterly still. The only sound was the muted hum of the news broadcasts. Brian studied him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, a slow, dangerous smile touched his lips. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was the smile of a man who had just seen his most dangerous gamble pay off. “Good,” he said, his voice low. “Denial is weakness. It admits the battlefield is theirs to define.” He crumpled the press release in his hand and dropped it into a trash can. “Then we do not play defense. We attack.”