For Was Denied Story Novels & Stories

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

"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."

they all said in unison. I just grinned and said, “It’s confidential.” “What?? Oh, come on! We’re your sisters, so please tell us!” Val and Damona said in unison. While Xandra, Willow, and Demonise studied my reaction. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.” is all I could muster. They all frowned at me, but I ignored their stares. I looked at the council when they cleared their throat. “Alice, your request is impossible. We won’t let you enter the forbidden room, you don’t know what’s in there.” Juno muttered. My lips twitched and stared at them one by one, “Trust me, I know what’s in there.” I said.

Whoever was calling me at 5 AM better have a damn good reason. "Miss Wallace, this is your lawyer, Sawyer Brooks." His voice was steady, deep, carrying that professional detachment lawyers mastered so well—but underneath, there was something else. Pity. My grip on the door handle tightened. This was either good news or the kind that would turn my world upside down. I prayed for the first, but the way my stomach twisted told me to brace for the second. Sawyer cleared his throat. "Miss Wallace, I regret to inform you—your petition for naturalization has been denied."

I guess knowing you might die lets you be who you really are with no restraint. "Why the fuck would I reject you!?" Yay we are staying with full sentences that means we can get this going. I exhale, more of a huff really. "Well really there are many reasons. But the normally the main one is, which I already told you once but maybe your caveman brain didn't actually have a chance to get the input since you were only thinking with the head between your legs." I have to try really hard not to look where I am talking about. Instead putting up my fingers to count them. " One I have no wolf. B I am weak, therefor not good luna material."

“Or a review. Or something. There has to be something.” “Miss, it doesn’t matter who you are, that won’t be possible.” I explain. I plead. I argue. I cite procedures I barely remember from class. I ask for exceptions, for temporary release, for compassion. Every answer is the same. Denied. Not authorized. Out of jurisdiction. Above your clearance. Every door closes in my face with a polite smile. By the time Sarah steers me back outside, my hands are numb, my vision dim at the edges. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, one arm wrapped tight around my shoulders. “Ellie, I’m so sorry.”

Kristen returned to her seat, looking unhappy. Anna ran over with a face full of smiles. She handed over her phone in a mysterious manner and said, 'Kristen, hurry up and read today's headline news.' Kristen looked at the phone casually, then turned a little surprised. Today's headline was Ethan Wharton denying his engagement in front of the reporters, claiming that there was no basis for the rumors. Since he had clarified it in person, the previous news was naturally a rumor. For a while, Kristen was mentioned in the comments section.

“If everything continues smoothly, you’ll be ready for opening in a few weeks.” “That’s incredible. The timing is perfect.” My phone rang. Marcus Chen, who I’d hired back as general manager. “Diana, we have a problem.” My stomach dropped. “What kind of problem?” “The liquor license application. It was denied.” “What? How is something about this possible? We submitted everything months ago. All the paperwork was perfect.” “That’s what I thought. But the State Liquor Authority sent a letter this morning. Application denied due to ‘concerns about the applicant’s character and fitness.’”