Casual Denial Novels & Stories

“Christ, Lucien… I don’t know what’s funnier. The fact that she’s now in your company or the fact that she has you this flustered.” I said nothing but my jaw flexed. “What do you plan to do? Fire her?” He asked, still grinning. “Pick up where you left off?” I downed half my glass in one swallow, the burn doing nothing to cool me. “She’s my employee. Hopefully, competent. That’s all that matters.” Saying this when there was nothing professional about my thoughts of her was peak denial in its finest form. “If that was all that mattered, you wouldn’t be sitting here, eyes wild like she gave you the best strip show you’ve ever seen. Doesn’t suit your devil persona.” Cassian said, mock concern dr

I teased, and I could see the start of a quick blush rise on her cheeks, although she immediately tucked it away with a sharp inhale. ​"Not a date," she quickly corrected, her voice firm. "Just a casual dinner or lunch to pay you back for your help today." ​I gave a casual, compliant nod. "Alright then, a casual lunch or dinner it is," I agreed easily, as she got in. The name didn't matter. The fact that she was committed to spending time with me outside of this contrived chaos was the only victory I needed. ​The bait had worked flawlessly.

I stand up because sitting has stopped working. Through the glass I can see the people out on the floor doing their jobs. Two analysts look away from my office at exactly the same time when they see me watching. "Draft a reply," I tell her. "Ms. Kelly is not commenting on speculation. Full stop, no adjectives, don't be clever." "Do you want to add that you haven't accepted anything?" "That's a denial. A denial means there's something to deny." Priya types. I go back to the window and there's a thing sitting in my throat that I recognize from a long way off.

He does not even bother with the Director’s grand language. Just what can be cut out before the body cools. The Director says, “Denied.” “You no longer have denial authority if your city falls below yield threshold.” Damian says, “What’s your threshold?” Vance looks at him. “Mr. Morton. Still pretending this is a negotiation?” “Always.” The word should sound absurd with water dripping from the gallery, charges blinking, clones gathering at the upper doors, and my stolen blood spinning in a tube. It does not. Damian steps closer to his rail.

I said immediately, and he denied it. "On the contrary, there was a need to do so. She not only disrespected you; she also humiliated you, and I don't accept that kind of behavior in this workplace. Anyone who acts like that is immediately fired without the right to complain. You all signed contracts that talk about the conduct that is expected in a place like this." "But—" "There are no buts to justify it, Alice. No one disrespects you like that; not in the Northern Pack and certainly not in my presence."

From the start of the semester until this date, October 29, 2016, I've managed to accumulate twenty casual partners on my roster. Each individual possesses a unique quality that earned them a spot in my list, which is no small feat, considering my exacting standards. Casual Partner #1: Max, the Exception. A 20-year-old junior, Max is not just a handsome English major; he's a sexual virtuoso who knows it all too well. His prowess extends beyond imagination, leaving anyone who encounters him utterly speechless. Last night marked our third encounter, and it only left me craving more. Avery selected him as my subject for a reason, but did she anticipate that this man might be my ultimate downfal

But I also didn’t want to be killed right now. My lips parted as I feigned movement, bringing the meat closer to my mouth but at the last second, I froze. My entire body revolted. His gaze darkened. "Eat it." A lump formed in my throat. I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling around the chunk of flesh. "I can't eat it , I'm a vegetarian", I failed to it and spoke. "This little human thinks , I like being disrespected. First take her in the dungeon, and starve her for three days",

Casual sex, rebranded like it’s a new product launch? A cocktail of emotions swirls inside me—disappointment, longing, frustration. I want him, no question about that. But is this all I’ll ever be to him? Just a fuck mate? “I don’t mind,” I hear myself say, surprising him. Did I just agree to this madness? Have I lost every shred of sanity?