Casual Denial Novels & Stories

Yes, all men are trash can't even control themselves when dinner is a few minutes late. And now I have to see the biggest one of them again to get my rejection. Maybe I can get a few more day of being carefree? Oh I do one last Harry Potter weekend! Yes, silver lining about not being rejected flat out is I get some time to do something for me. While I am thing about that, that's when a scent hint me in the gut. Cypress and pine. I freeze. "Hello Renee."

“Logan! please! Let me handle this. Don’t hurt him anymore, please.” “Oh, we plan to.” Daniel cut in. “But first, I, Daniel Morris, beta of Dark Moon pack, reject you, Lillie Rome, as my mate. And frankly, I wish to never see your face again.” I did not see that coming. More tears rushed down her cheeks as she lowered her gaze. “I, Lillie Rome, accept your rejection.” Darwin took one step further. “I, Darwin Morris, gamma of Dark Moon pack, reject you, Lillie Rome, as my mate.”

Making an enemy out of the Raine family only meant one thing to a majority of the companies and industries in business—certain death. "No, please! Kelsey, please, I know now that I was wrong! But since we've been together for so long, don't you think that I deserve some leniency? Spare me, please—" I interrupted him and said, "I used to beg you like this too, back when I was locked in the basement and dying from the pain. And yet, you still instructed Dr. Walters to draw my blood. You never had mercy on me or my baby back then. So, this is what you deserve now, Mr. Aldrich Lohan."

The other end of the line went quiet. I weakly nodded to myself. Without waiting for her to speak, I uttered, "I understand." That pause was as good an answer as I could have hoped for.

"Don't mind me, guys. I'm just here to pick up some boxes for Quincy." "Oh yeah. Let me get those." Daniel jumps up from his seat and heads down the hall. Everyone else is opening bags of chips and lighting up cigars… your basic poker night shit. They all seem relaxed and carefree. Except Santos. Santos is radiating anger. I ignore him, hoping Tiffany doesn't notice. The guy still blames everyone else and their mother for his problems. Randall leans back in his chair, oblivious to the boiling pot sitting next to him. "Seriously guys, congratulations. Rebecca was jealous you guys got hitched in Fiji. Says I need to take her there to get our vows renewed, or something."

But now it looked more like restraint—like a storm held behind glass. “On what grounds?” His voice was steady, but his eyes flicked toward me briefly. Just once. And that fleeting look cut through my chest sharper than the words themselves. Zane leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, wearing a smirk that didn’t even bother to hide. “The board has received multiple complaints regarding misuse of company funds and unethical conduct,” he said, his tone dripping with false sympathy. “Until the internal audit clears your name, you’re to refrain from entering company premises.”

Denial is pointless; it would only make me look weak. He smirks, tilts his shoulders just enough for his pecs to flex, smugness radiating off him like heat. Sweet Jesus, I hate that smug little bastard. “Just so we’re clear,” I say, forcing the words out. “This… whatever this is, it’s casual. Just fucking. No strings. I’m not relationship material, and I’m not saying you are either. I just want to make sure we don’t get crossed wires.”

I said, and she sat across from me. “It's been a while, how is Ingrid?” “Ingrid is okay, how are you?” I returned the greeting. “I'm okay, well, I just got here, and the news is everywhere.” “What news?” I asked, uninterested. “That Damian denied his marriage with Cassie,” her gossip mode was activated. “Really?” I pretended to know nothing. "Yes, really,” she leaned in and whispered. “He told her they were not married and asked her to stop lying.”

He might not want to admit it right now, but eventually. “You might fool everyone around here, but not me.” “You’re seeing things that aren’t there.” Davien snickered, throwing the stub of his now burnt-out cigarette and stuffing his hands into his pocket. “Denial is a river in Egypt.” Damon humored, ignoring Davien’s silent grunt as the table have turned, and now he was the one teasing him. “Real mature.” Davien rolled his eyes at him but then narrowed his gaze. A couple headlights swerve from the distance, slowly approaching into the mansion. “I’ll be in my room before that FBI guy sees us.”

Kayla “Due to your lack of romantic history, Nicholas and Kayla, your application has been denied.” The elder’s cold words echoed in the room, each syllable cutting deeper into my chest. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. They were… denying my application? Over this? Then, anger erupted like a volcano inside of me. “That’s ridiculous!” I snapped, stepping forward. “You want proof? Fine, here’s proof!” Ignoring the way Nicholas’s hand twitched—whether in protest or warning—I tilted my head to expose the fresh mark on my neck.