Deny Me Before Man Novels & Stories

A middle-aged man greeted him in the courtyard respectfully and said, “I’m sorry for disturbing you in the middle of the night, Mr. Denn. I’ll accept it if you want to punish me.” Mr. Denn waved his hand and said, “You've already woken me up. There's no need for me to punish you anymore. Tell me what happened.” An angry expression crawled upon the middle-aged man as he said, “Mr. Denn, we’ve got to get rid of Kayson as soon as possible.” Mr. Denn frowned. “Why?” The middle-aged man said, “He injured Craig!” Mr. Denn’s eyes widened as a glint of coldness crossed his eyes when he heard what the middle-aged man said.

“How safe are they when their Alpha can feel what they feel?” Grant’s voice remained level. “I perceive strong emotion at close range.” The man smiled wider. “Convenient answer.” “It is the accurate one.” “And if someone inside your territory decides they don’t want you anymore?” Grant met his gaze. “They decide.” The man blinked. That was not the answer he wanted. He stepped over the line. Caleb’s voice cut in. “You’ve entered Cedar Draw without permission.” The man spread his arms. “What now?” Grant stayed still. “You leave.”

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. “Thank you,” I said finally, opening the door. “For the ride. That’s all.” Zane’s hand caught my wrist before I could step out. His grip was firm, not painful — but commanding. I froze. “Maya,” he said, his voice low, dangerous, almost tender. “You keep running back to people who don’t deserve you. Maybe it’s time to stop.” “Let go,” I whispered. He didn’t. “I could make you forget him. You know that.”

"The gate isn't working. Can you open it manually?" The man leaned down, resting his hands on my car door. He gave me a polite, empty smile. "Good morning, Mrs. Montgomery. I’m afraid the gate is restricted today. Mr. Vane has ordered a full security update on the perimeter." "I need to go out," I said, my heart beginning to thud. "I have an appointment. Just open the gate for one minute, and you can go back to your update." "I’m sorry, ma'am," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "My orders are clear. No vehicle leaves this property without direct permission from Mr. Vane."

he lectured me. Now I get why he’s angry. “Sorry, I didn’t know. But Conrad is just a friend,” I explained. “I don’t care. You are not allowed to post anything about another man. If it’s a woman, fine, no problem. But if it’s a man, absolutely not.” “Okay, I’m sorry,” I replied. Looks like I’ve finally met my match. This is the first time I’ve encountered a man I can’t argue with.

“No, Sir, not at all.” “Then why did you stop him from entering?” She stammered slightly, “I was just following your instructions, Sir.” “You should know better than to treat Adrian like a regular visitor. Do I really have to explain everything?” Her shoulders slumped slightly as she looked down. “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.” Manuel sighed, waving his hand dismissively. “You’re excused. But let’s make this clear—if it happens again, you’re out. Understood?”

“He means wife.” The man lifts his hands, grinning, “Sorry! I didn’t see a ring!” I try to be amiable, “It’s okay.” However, Damien isn’t willing to let it go. “You-” I quickly come to stand before him, warning him to not cause trouble with my eyes. However, the fury in his eyes is odd and he just growls at the man. The human man is smart enough to grab his drink and leave. “Damien!” I hiss. “What was that?! I thought we were going to get information from here!”

Everything that woman said was touching and ridiculous at the same time. "Hahaha. We're talking about future brother-in-law business. Sorry if I started it first. So Miss Jenny I'm sure you will agree, right?" said Deny, who this time saw Jenny straight. What must be done is dependent on that person's consent. After that there will be no more. Right at that moment Deny also poured Vodka into a glass and then drank it. Not long after that Gerand did the same. Meanwhile Regi was squeezing Jenny's hand, which suddenly felt very cold. Come on, she had to do something about this.

So, you do realize that you’re a poor man! “That won’t do! Mr. Grant has to apologize to you today! Mr. Clarke has instructed us that Civil Gallery is never to allow the vulgar individuals who look down on people into the premise,” Anna said sternly. She did not look like she was acting at all. Aiden was now nervous. Cold sweat covered his forehead as he kept quiet the whole time. “Since Mr. Grant doesn’t plan to apologize, I won’t force you. Please leave, Mr. Grant,” said Anna harshly.

he said, firmly but without losing the control that he seemed to be desperately trying to maintain, almost as if letting go of a challenge, dropping a gauntlet. But Christian denied it in an instant, the response being immediate and so resolute it resembled the slamming of a door before Adrian, leaving him to stare in shock and rage at the now silent phone. "Not possible, Mr. Man," he dismissed, his tone firm and unwavering like a rock against an angry tide of Adrian's wrath, his words reverberating off the walls, a declaration in the honor of independence and an affront to authority.