Casual Denial Novels & Stories

While waiting for his next words my heart started to beat fast. “You’re Caleb’s cousin, of course, I wouldn’t be rude to you. If you misunderstood it and gave a deep meaning and interpretation, I won’t apologize.” He continued. I smiled a bit. That’s the answer I was waiting for. “Oh, alright I’m sorry,” Cassie replied and tried to fake a laugh but that doesn’t turn out that way. After the awkward moment, Caleb continued the game, and it stops on me this time. “Dare.” I quickly speak. I don’t want to share any personal information, especially since they were asking too much. Though Cassie probably enjoying the spotlight if she’s on the hot seat.

His voice shook because he was both sorry and determined. Ethan didn't move, and his hands were clenched at his sides. He had gone over his answer in his head a hundred times, but now that everyone was looking at him, he couldn't find the words. "I turned down my fated mate," Gabriel said next, looking away for a moment. "I said no to Ethan because I didn't think he was good enough for me. I was wrong, though. I didn't see what was important." The crowd let out gasps and murmured. It was a shocking thing for their boss to say.

" Cara fired back . I don't talk with people's spines, I talk with full bodied able people , the moongoddess fired back with a smirk . I see you didn't learn a nail when you regained your concious my dear, " you see i wanted to leave you alone and I thought maybe you could have learnt your lesson but look at you ?"

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.”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She thought: this. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" She thought: this is what acknowledgement looks like when it's done correctly. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> No announcement. No ceremony. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> A cup of bad camp tea handed across a desk. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She went back to work. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Losing a job is no easy feat, and on top of that, there were other things going on in my life. “What’s bothering you?” the bartender asked, as if sensing my unease. His question made me think for a moment, before I finally decided to share. “I just got laid off and I feel lost,” I replied in a heavy tone. The bartender nodded, indicating that he understood. “Sometimes life takes us down unexpected paths, but it’s not the end of the world,” he tried to encourage me.

"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.

I hissed, and his eyes widened. My voice must have been more sonorous than I thought because suddenly, everyone around me turned silent… Everyone aside from Caspian. He put our bowls of stew on the table and burst out laughing. I gave him a look while keeping the dagger to Dusan's throat, but Caspian only laughed harder. Unlike Dusan, who had just begun to sweat, Kaan's Beta seemed to thoroughly enjoy this situation. Finally, Caspian sat down and looked at the poor bastard, and when he did, all traces of amusement were long gone. “I suggest you apologize and disappear,” Caspian said coldly.

As much as possible, I wished we won't traverse so close to each other around the city. Denver shared with me that he already instructed Amber on what to do the next time my dad would follow up for an appointment. He said to decline the proposal and tell my father that ZDF is not interested to do business with him. Honestly, with all the anger I had inside for my dad, I did not feel even a little of regret that Denver granted my wish to not do any business dealings with him despite his imminent bankruptcy. It wasn't my fault that he got the kind of karma. Pathetic but, for me, it was right. The following week at work was better because I got to resolve all the pending errands under my care.