Deny Me Before Man Novels & Stories

I pause because I don’t understand him. I never have and I don’t think I ever will. I get on my feet and tuck my hair behind my ears. “I think I should leave.” As I take a step forward, he blocks my path. “You can’t.” He shouts. “Sorry,” he apologizes. “That was too much and weird. I meant you can’t leave until you’ve had breakfast. It’s proper etiquette when a man’s had a lady’s over.” Okay. Who is this man? “You’re saying it like we had sex.”

Like he had rehearsed the sentence over and over again. For a second, I thought I’d misheard. “…Excuse me?” “We’ve received updated instructions.” He said carefully. Instead of quickening, my heartbeat slowed, like my brain was trying to process the information it had received. “Updated?” I repeated. “Yes, ma’am.” “And what are those instructions?” I questioned. The man who had answered me hesitated before speaking again. “We’re not permitted to authorize your departure without clearance.” He finally answered. The second guard avoided my eyes.

nodded the man gulping his throat, “I am sorry..” “Save your sorry for later,” said Kayle in anger, “Go and get Mrs. Mary from inside.” “AMMM…sorry sir, you can’t directly speak to the leader before you have a brief discussion with the senior teachers…” warned the shivering man Kayle about the rule played behind the great wall. This made Kayle more made and he yelled, “It’s not in my list, o tell her that Kayle is here and that’s it!”

“Strong?" Then Andre stepped even closer, close enough now that the man had no choice but to lift his head slightly. “Listen carefully,” Andre said, his voice low. The man didn’t move but trembled slightly. “If you ever use that word again to excuse failure, it will be the last thing you say.” The warning landed exactly as it was meant to. The man’s throat tightened. “Yes… sir.” Andre held his gaze for another second, making sure the message settled fully. Then he stepped back.

A pause. Then: “There are rules.” Denise exhaled sharply. “Of course there are.” Liam’s gaze didn’t move from her face. “Rule one,” he said. Denise crossed her arms. “I’m already tired of this.” “You don’t leave the estate without permission.” Denise laughed once, short and disbelieving. “You’re serious.” “I don’t joke about access.” That word again. Access. Like she was something that could be controlled through permission. Denise shook her head. “I’m not a prisoner.”

He quickly set down his coffee and stood up. "M-Mr. Knight?" It was Dad. And he didn't even spare Jeremy a glance. Instead, he continued walking slowly toward me. He was in his 80s, but his back was still straight, and he was dressed impeccably in a dark gray suit, his buttons done up until the very first one. He looked at the scratch marks on the back of my hand before turning around to address the room, striking his cane angrily against the floor. "Since when has it been anyone else's place to use such filthy, despicable methods to smear my adopted daughter and student whom I personally trained?"

She had always thought that nothing was as good a motivator as furiously wanting to shove someone’s joke back in his face. "Luke, I am so ready for this. Don’t push me into the wave. I just got that feeling where I know I am going to kick some ass." He took his hand off her board to let her try by herself.

But I didn't listen, instead, I said something I never would have thought I would ever say in his lifetime. "Mason Israel Maxson, I reject you as my human mate!"

let go-- I speak slowly seeing that it had an effect, because he lets her go anyway making her fall to the ground --- Why are you defending her?-- he asks, still growling but not shouting --- I'm not defending her, I just think we've already put on a great show for them-- I say pointing to the people who are watching He follows my gaze and speaks again --- I want you to know that much worse things will happen if any of you try to mess with what's MINE, am I clear?-- he asks furiously to the people present who soon nod their heads-- I want to fucking hear-- he says deniel exasperated

Cordy snapped frostily. "Down on your knees and apologize, and let my wife slap you. Then you can have your phone back," the man said with vile smugness. "What if I refuse?" Cordy growled. "Do you think you can do anything you like just because you're pretty?!" Adam shrieked. "Do you think every man will fall for your wiles? I'm sorry, but you're not my type at all! There's no telling how many other men had been down there—it's filthy!"