Casual Denial Novels & Stories

"It's okay Hastings everyone knows you cheat." "But I do not!" He exclaimed irately, throwing his arms in the arm. "Now now." I shook my finger at him while shaking my head. "Do you not know that denial is the worst form of truth?" Colton's scowl deepened. "You get on my nerves, Smith." "That's the only place I'll ever get on you." I bit out, laughing at my own declaration. Colton seemed shocked at my words but then he smirked evilly, waving his finger at me, imitating my previous actions. "Now now Smith, do you not know that denial is the worst form of truth?"

“Tonight, if possible. I want a statement drafted before this has time to settle into anyone's memory as fact rather than rumor.” “Don't deny it outright,” I said. Both men turned toward me. “Meaning?” Killian asked. “If we issue a flat denial, it becomes a story about the denial. People will argue over whether they believe us instead of asking why the accusation was made in the first place. ” I tapped the screen with one finger. “The statement should focus on the fact that no one making these claims has been willing to attach their name to them. That puts the burden back where it belongs. If the accusation is strong enough to publish, why isn't anyone willing to stand behind it?”

“Every male in this Kingdom wants a son. Every male values a son. Every male dreams about a son.” I spread my arms. “Then I arrived.” I said and he replied instantly. “I never wanted a son.” That stopped me. Not intensely, but just enough to interrupt the next insult I had been preparing. For a moment I simply stared at him. Then I narrowed my eyes. “That might be the strangest thing you’ve said so far.” “I mean it.” “Of course you do.” “I do.” I rubbed a hand across my face. “Wonderful. We’ve reached the denial stage.”

-D Cassie’s breath caught. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard. She typed a quick refusal. Cassie: I’m not interested. Please stop contacting me. She hit send, heart pounding. The reply came almost instantly. Unknown: That’s too bad. I thought you might want to keep these private. A photo loaded below the text. Cassie’s stomach dropped like a stone.

“It was just a hook-up, Damien. Like the ones you have with your clients, or random girls at the bar.” The words hung in the air, sharp and accusatory. I saw the surprise flicker in his eyes. He hadn’t expected me to throw his own behavior back at him. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He couldn’t deny it. He was the king of casual encounters. He couldn't fault me for indulging in casual encounters when he was the undisputed champion of the game.

They all burst out in laughter. “God ! don't make me remember all those things. The shirt was so much see through that I could make out her nipple’s colour ”.she took breaths to calm herself down. “And Billy , how can you forget Billy?” Zazu asked, pointing her finger at Deniz. “He was not so bad, at least in his case whatever it was reached to a marriage proposal'' Casey tried to defend. Her both friends gave her a look. “The dude stayed in his mother's basement at the age of twenty five” Deniz gave her a pointed look.

Denny answered with a snort. Harold's laughter became louder. He could tell when Denny is denying, in person or even over the phone. It's because he is a man who never knows how to lie. He is a transparent person, straightforward and frank. A yes is a yes, a no is a no. And whenever he denies something, it is too obvious not to notice. Harold would not make Denny confess, but his denial was already an answer. A clear answer to whatever he was asking.

I snarled in her face. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. CAN I PLEASE HAVE YOUR ATTENTION" I yell trying to gain the attention of everyone at the field. "CASSIDY HERE HAS CHALLENGED ME TO A FIGHT. APPARENTLY SHE DOESN'T NEED TRAINING AND IT'S QUITE PATHETIC THAT I'M THE TRAINER, AS A WARRIOR AND A LUNA I CANT ACCEPT THIS AND I WILL ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE TO THE DEATH, MAY THE MOON LOOK KINDLY ON YOUR ROTTEN SOUL! "I shout. The field is silent, fear obvious in their eyes for Cassidy as the power starts to roll off me.

Because all the way to the car, all the way with my pulse still too high and my thoughts coming apart at the edges, one sentence kept trying to surface and I kept shoving it back down. I’m not gay. I’m not. I’m not. But for the first time, the denial sounded thin even to me.

I tried to joke, which he laughed at but I sense the nervousness. "So, Blake, if they offer me a beer later, we have to say I'm on this detox. Okay?" I planned. "Oh, yeah. Sure. I just hope they'd buy it," he blurted. "Oh, they will. I have a bad history with my kidney, so let's go with that," I explained.