For Was Denied Story Novels & Stories

“There’s… a story. Actually, several. Multiple outlets picked it up fast. I sent you the links. I’ve already declined comment on your behalf.” Amelia leaned back slowly, her pulse loud in her ears. “What story?”

he said, and I quickly opened it just to find the approval letter. “Oh my goodness!" I shouted, scaring my Mom out of bed. “Stella what happened?" she asked while I rushed to hug her. “Is that Aunt?" Derrick asked from the other end before I placed the call on speaker so that my mother could greet him. My tears kept falling uncontrollably and my Mom just wondered what Derrick had told me. West Horizon Logistics was a company I wanted to open before Scario's marriage proposal came. I had applied for it to get funding, but the application was rejected, so I lost hope and asked my mentor, Derrick, to go through and correct what I could have missed.

The word abandoned applied to a decision I had made in a private clinic in Singapore in the worst year of my life and had lived with every day since with the specific complicated love of a woman who understood exactly what it had cost. He had aimed at the thing underneath. In that, at least, he knew me well. Marcus called at noon to report that three journalists he respected had declined to amplify the story on the grounds of insufficient sourcing. Noah called at two to say he was there and did not require a response. Nina brought me lunch I did not eat and sat with me in the afternoon quiet and said nothing because nothing was what the afternoon required. At six-fifteen the following mornin

"Your father. For specific details, we suggest you check with your local DOJ. We can only give you the final result here." "Wait—" Click. The line went dead. I frantically opened my phone, but before I could even figure out who to call, a message popped up in our class group chat. Tyler Brooks: [@All Huge news, guys—you know our class's top student? Her security clearance got denied. She's finished.] Tyler Brooks: [The spawn of a murderer actually dared to apply to the National Defense Academy? What a ballsy move!] The group chat exploded instantly. [Tyler, are you insane?]

The injunction motion was denied at three forty-seven. I was standing in Calloway's office when the notification came through on Dara's phone, and she simply turned the screen toward me without saying anything, and I read the denial and felt something in my chest that I had been holding tightly for so long that releasing it felt almost like a physical sensation, like setting down a bag that had grown heavier with every year I'd carried it. "It runs at six," Calloway said from his desk. "It runs at six," I said.

"But why do you ask for my forgiveness? What have you done?" The women exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them. With a deep breath, one of them began to speak. "Alpha Luna, during the celebration day, we were the ones spreading the false rumor that you couldn't give birth. We talked about it, speculating on the pack's future, and that's why you chose Rylan." Their voices carried a mix of regret and sincerity. Luna's expression shifted from confusion to realization. The revelation brought forth memories of that chaotic celebration day, where doubt and uncertainty had cast shadows over her joyous occasion. She listened intently as the women explained the origin of the unfoun

Disgusting huh? "Hi Melinda." "Hello who is this?" "Is Christopher Jackson." "Oh the brother of Stephen right?" She spoke with so much disappointment. "Yeah, what I'm about to ask you might sound stupid, but try not to see it that way." "I'll see." "Well, will you accept another proposal from Nathaniel?" "No, the last time he cancel our date, just because he had an important thing to do!" She scoff. "He lied to you, he was grounded cause of me." I sigh

“The system shows insufficient authorization.” Natalie’s face flushed. “That’s a black diamond card.” “Yes, ma’am,” the cashier said evenly. “But it’s currently inactive.” Silence. Her friends exchanged glances. “Nat…?” one whispered. Natalie swallowed, her fingers tightening around her clutch. “Call your manager.” The manager came. Same result. Declined. Declined. Declined. People were openly staring now. Someone behind them whispered, not quietly enough, “Didn’t she say she was marrying some billionaire?”

She was done apologizing. "First of all, I wouldn't go back to work for that jackoff under any circumstances. Secondly, the reason I wouldn't is because he'd wanted me to do a story similar to that about someone who didn't deserve it. I refused. Hence, the firing." "How noble of you." "I don't care any more if you believe me or not. If that's all you think about me after the last couple of weeks together, then get the hell out of here. Right now."

“I’m not sure if I should say this, but I have something to tell you, and please, don’t tell anyone.” “I’ll try, but you know I can’t lie to your father.” She smiled. “What is it?” “I know, Mom. Maybe, I shouldn’t say something.” “Honey, it’s just us. Tell me what’s bothering you.” I stole a glance at Mad, and he gave me a go signal. “I requested a certificate of eligibility, but it was declined.” I tried to give her the shortest version possible. “I think it never reached Dad’s office.”