For Was Denied Story Novels & Stories

“We’ll continue this later.” I nodded to Zane, and the two of us followed Clara to the hallway, where I tore into the envelope like a wild animal, scraps flying to the floor around my feet—which Zane picked up without complaint, of course. I slipped the paper out and unfolded it, practically jumping with glee. But as I read its contents, my excitement faded. “They... denied it?” I whispered, reading the big, red stamp that said “PROPOSAL DENIED.” Zane leaned over my shoulder to look at the letter and frowned. “I thought you said you gave them everything. That even the King himself helped you draft it.”

“You’re just saying that because Liam is threatening you!” The doctor stumbled back, shaking his head rapidly. “I swear, it’s the truth! I was afraid to refuse! Luna and Vanessa told me—” “Shut up!” My mother snapped. “You’re just a weak fool who can’t even do something simple! I had just learned the truth. The doctor, clearly distraught, had admitted that Vanessa had tried to manipulate the results. She wanted it to appear as if I weren't the father. That much was true. But then my dad spoke up.

"What do we do?" Not what do you do. What do we do. I noticed that. I filed it. "I don't know yet," I said. "I'm still assessing." "Marcus wants to issue a denial. I told him to wait." "Don't issue a denial." "Why?" "Because a denial makes it a story worth denying. Right now it's speculation. If we deny it, we confirm there's something worth asking about." "So we say nothing." "I didn't say that either." I looked at the photograph again. "Give me twenty minutes."

The first one was a wedding ring, and the second one was a cleaned, scrubbed toy dog. Aster and I both stared at them. Ultimately, he spoke first. "Mommy, it's getting really cold. Let's go home." I hummed softly and turned in the opposite direction to go home, letting the snow eventually bury the ring and the toy dog. … I never saw Mitchell again after that day. He focused fully on his work and even brought Bianca to court, suing her for defamation. In the end, it was confirmed that the DNA test report had been faked, and Bianca was thus sentenced for malicious slander and defamation.

”I didn’t do it. Dane took some time to process what he had just heard before finally talking. “You killed my child? You’ve always been bad news, what makes you think I’ll believe you over Alice?” Dane asked, narrowing his gaze at me "I didn't do it," I repeated with a quaver in my voice. "Please believe me." Alice moved in towards Dane with a grin. “Don’t let her manipulate you, she’s a blatant liar.” “She has always hated us and she couldn’t bear that I was offering you something that she couldn’t, so she chose to make us suffer by killing our unborn baby.”

His mind, though, was preoccupied with picking up Jenny Horne and her child, and he simply shook off my hands. “Do you take me for a fool, Willow Gray? Our son’s asthma isn’t something new. It’s been going on for ages. He’ll be fine after taking his medicine. He’s not going to die. “Jenny is waiting for me at the park so I can take her and her son boating. Stop bothering me.” With that, he walked away without looking back. Left all alone, I wept as I pleaded with everyone in the military compound, begging anyone I could find to take my child to the hospital.

It was downright unfair. Suddenly, Ash thought back to the conversation he'd had with Adom that night, when Warne had outright refused to let Ash apply for work authorization. He remembered how he'd cried at the unfairness of his situation, but he remembered, with painful clarity, how he'd complained about Warne, had called Warne the "worst family anyone could ever have," and how Adom...had agreed.

It wasn't until I landed in a small town on the other side of the world that I turned it back on. The moment I turned it on, a cascade of alerts and messages came pouring in. After I blocked her number, Beverly used a new number to message me. Beverly: "Raymond, why did you do this? Even if you had to sell your shares, you could've sold them to me. Why Erika?" Beverly: "Could you just pick up the phone? Or at least text me back!" Beverly: "Just say something. I really can't lose you!"

The email he had received early in the morning had stated about the wolf being a special case and thus needed much research and what better facility to be kept in than the biggest one in the country. “It will be a long trip. I wish you all the best.” “Stay assured boss. We will deliver her safely and soundly.” The one in charge of the transfer said. “Good.” Glancing at the wolf who had managed to stir the news tabloids all over Petroit city, he watched the men close the door van and hopped in. He would have loved to have the wolf in his facility. Her story and discovery would have brought more funds but it seemed like the higher-ups decided against it.