For Was Denied Story の小説・ストーリー

Clenching her fists, she looked me in the eye and said, "I don't agree to the divorce!" I couldn't care less. "Since our marriage was never legally registered, I don't need your consent to dissolve it." Back then, I practically begged Lillian to register our marriage, but she put it off with every excuse imaginable. When I suggested holding a wedding ceremony, she was equally unwilling. In the end, we simply had a meal with both our relatives and got married. After that, she used her heavy workload as a pretext to stay at the office every day and night. In other words, she rarely came home. Yet here she was, telling me she didn't want a divorce. What kind of game was she playing now?

The head healer arrived just in time to subdue the rampaging Lucian, who slowly regained his senses as he panted heavily. The rejection had felt too real, and after Conan sobbed and stammered out everything he had overheard, Lucian finally had his doubts. "Investigate," he rasped to his Beta. "Investigate the snowfield incident from ten years ago and all of Sadie's medical records." … Three days later, a report lay on his desk. The truth hit him like a thunderbolt. Sadie had undergone a hysterectomy years ago, so she could never bear pups again. The residual energy recorded at the snowfield rescue site perfectly matched my healing gift.

Dean's POV I cannot believe that my mate stood up for me. I cannot believe that Tamara told my parents she would not leave me because she promised she would not. I must admit that I did not believe her when she told me she would not leave me. I was always worried that she would go back to her back and leave me alone to run the Red River Pack. After listening to what she had to say to my parents when they suggested she could not be my Luna, I know she is faithful to me. I am thrilled that she is in love with me. She told the whole Pack she was. I don't believe that she does not want me to leave her. I will never leave her, not for anyone in this world. I am holding her hand as I face my paren

“I think perhaps you need to. Now. Please grab your planner and come back in, I’d like to discuss my schedule for the week.” “Yes, sir,” I said, jumping up to walk as fast as I could to my desk. My phone rang as I walked. I didn’t recognize the number but answered anyway. “This is Hazel,” I said. “Hello Hazel. My name is Sean, I’m calling from Legacy Apartments in regards to your recent application,” the voice on the other end said. “Oh, yes!” My heart leapt. Freedom from my family was just what I needed after the morning I’d had. “I regret to inform you that your application has been denied,” Sean said.

“We don’t issue denials. We don’t let Ryan Cole control the narrative.” “You tell your story first. On your terms. Tonight if possible.” “Tonight,” I repeated. “I have a contact at City Arts,” she said. “Claire Danes. She broke the feature. She’ll run a follow up immediately if you give her the story first.” I looked at Grayson. “Your call too,” I said. “This is your reputation.” “It’s our story,” he said simply. “We tell it.”

Rules were just rules—cold and unyielding. That day seemed to mark the beginning of a chain of rejections that slapped him across the face repeatedly. He went to the student cooperative to apply for a loan, but was rejected because he wasn't an active member. He tried calling an uncle from his father's side, but the call was redirected to voicemail. Even when he messaged another relative who was relatively well-off, the message ended with nothing but two blue checkmarks. Read, but never answered. That night, with the remnants of his dignity shattered, Ezra desperately downloaded an online loan application and filled out the form with shaking hands. Two hours later, a notification popped up o

And just like that, he turned and walked off, back straight, shoes dusty, smug satisfaction trailing behind him like cologne. I stood there, fists clenched, blood roaring in my ears. Rosa hissed through her teeth. “I’m gonna kill him. With a spoon. A dull one.” I didn’t laugh. Didn’t even smile. Just crumpled back onto the couch, the legal notice fluttering in my hand like a flag of surrender. Then I opened my laptop. Emergency housing relief. Denied. Ineligible for non-residential displacement. Relocation grant. Denied. No fixed income or proof of employment.

"Down four percent since this morning. Investors don't like ambiguity, and right now you're the walking definition of it." My phone buzzed against the table. Desmond. I stepped out into the hallway to take it, grateful for any excuse to leave that room. "Tell me you have good news," I said. There was a pause on the line, the kind that told me everything before he said a word. "I don't." I stopped walking. "What happened?" "The petition was thrown out this morning. Geneva family court dismissed it before it even reached a judge." "Dismissed. On what grounds?"

"Oh my god, it's here! The interview decision!" Anika and Christopher watched her thumb slide across the glass. Though Anika was worried. “How can you already have a response…without Shawn reaching out to me first?” The excitement on Casey's face didn't last. In a fraction of a second, her bright eyes went wide, and her features scattered into a big, sad frown. Her lower lip began to tremble, and she slowly lowered her hands to her sides. "I got rejected," Casey whispered, her voice completely cracking as she stared blankly at the floor. "They sent a permanent denial."

All my expectations from him vanished like a burst bubble. "But you are my mate! You can't deny that!" I said while clenching my fist, and he scowled at me. My wolf kept crying because our mate denied us brazenly. My eyes slowly glowed. I quickly shut my eyes to calm myself. He can't see my glowing eyes. "No. You are disgusting!" he snarled, and that hurt me more. "I, Alpha Azrael Shepherd, reject you, Alexandria Gregory as my mate," he said coldly, then turned his back towards the packhouse. It was the most excruciating words I have ever heard in my entire life. His words stabbed straight into my heart like a knife.