Casual Denial Novels & Stories

Catherine became hysterical at the words I had just spoken to them. “ I am telling the truth to all of you. Yesterday I discovered that Jazzen is my mate and I know someone just manipulated him to reject me. " All of the guests have this bewildered face. Some of them just can not believe what is happening. “ You misunderstood I do not think that you are my mate. Being delusional about being my other half is a big offense. Look at yourself are you confident that you will be suited for the next Luna? You are just an omega without your wolf you are just useless". Jazzen angrily stated. The words that he spoke cut deep into my heart.

“ Ok, I’m ready, “ I say to an empty porch. I got dressed in my usual jeans and a flannel. It was my casual and fancy wear. “ Over here, “ he calls. I walk out and look around a bit. All I see are beautiful evergreen trees and a few cherry trees, bushes, and tall green grass. We didn’t bother to cut the grass since we owned such a big plot of land. He appears beside me in my peripheral vision smoking a cigarette. I glare at him again. “ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like th

Susan actually thought that he really liked her? “I love you?” Joshua said with sarcasm. He taunted, “Susan, I can help you make an appointment with a good psychiatrist. Maybe you should have your brain examined!” His denial made Susan irate. She said, “Joshua, if you deny it, you will lose me! Did you invest with Mathew Carter to help me? You also set up Joshua-Hazel Pictures, didn’t you do that so that the Denmark family could help me smooth any obstacles I faced in the entertainment circle?”

I reply. “I would like to see you try,” the uncle taunts me. “When?” I ask. “How about now? I am feeling generous and will give you time to get warmed up,” he offers. “That is not necessary,” I reply confidently. He looks at me suspiciously but brushes off my confidence for being young and stupid.

The denial sat in my hand with no heat and total effect. Miles was waiting by the side exit. He took one look at my face and knew. “Denied,” he said. “Yes.” “No explanation?” “Discouraged during the current stability period.” Miles laughed once, short and ugly. “Of course. Why use a real reason when the process can do the work?”

Then back at her. And finally said: “I would like a refund.” The tension shattered briefly. Even Damon barked out a laugh. The woman looked unimpressed. “Humor won't change reality.” “No,” Cassian agreed weakly. “But it makes reality significantly less annoying.” Luca adjusted his hold on him slightly. “Maybe stop antagonizing armed strangers.” “She started it.” “She revealed a global conspiracy.” “Exactly.” Damon rubbed his face. “This is somehow the most normal reaction he's had all day.”

I waited for the denial, the excuse, the careful rewording that would make it sound less ugly. None came. “It was casual,” he said quietly. “A handful of nights when I thought you were gone for good. When I thought I’d never see you again. It stopped the moment you came back. The moment I knew you were alive.” I stared at him like filth. “You didn’t tell me we were supposed to be having fuck buddies.” “I didn’t think it mattered.” He said, his eyes softened for a split second. The laugh that came out of me was sharp and ugly. “It matters to me.”

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Her words echoed between us, reminding us that amidst the hustle and bustle of teenage life, it's important to remain true to oneself. Zara, usually so cheerful, seemed to ponder. She often felt pressured to meet others' expectations, both at school and in her social circles. "But Zoya, sometimes I find it hard not to care about what others think," Zara replied, her voice trembling slightly. "I want to be accepted, but sometimes I feel like I'm losing myself."

"You have to realize not everyone rejected will immediately retreat, including me. The more you try to eliminate it, the more I will approach it. So, be good friends." Denis' words were enough to give Marra goosebumps. What was wrong with this guy? Friend? "I can come to you anytime I want. Remember–so far, haven't you always lost to me?" Denis reminded her. "You're not tired yet, are you?" "You're crazy." Denis smiled. He straightened up before retreating and sitting on the sofa, uncapping the bottle that was still sealed. The distinctive sound of a cola bottle could be heard after the cap was successfully separated.