Novel & Cerita How To Refuse The Route Chapter 1

I write: *What I would say:* *The rejection is the beginning of the correct story. Not the beginning of your recovery from a wrong story — the beginning of the right one. The door that closes is the door that was between you and your actual life. On the other side of it: a city that knows your name. A corner table. A leather bookmark left without explanation. A man who asks what matters before anything else. A brother who points at you in approval and then goes to find bread. A woman who keeps records for forty years so you will have what you need when you arrive. A building with a map in its stone that has been waiting for you specifically.*

How could you deal with it? She angrily shook off his hand, lay down on the sofa, grabbed a pillow and covered her head, trying to hide herself as an ostrich. "What? Aren't you happy that I've decided to protect your self-defense plan?" His voice was soft, like an invisible hand touching her turbulent heart lake. She shook hard, and there appeared a surprised and confused little face behind the pillow. 'Help me keep the plan? What do you mean?' "Didn't you abandon the proposal of Hennings Co., Ltd?"

Stephie refused to believe that it was all that simple. Carter paused and frowned. Then he set his lips in a firm line. Stephie stared and blinked at him. The silence could do nothing to drown out the expectant thumping of her heart in her ribcage. "Alright," carter sighed, while placing his hands on the table and softly tapping hi fingertips together, "there is one thing." ___________________________ Hey guys! Here is chapter 3. The cliffhangers begin. What do you think Carter's catch is?

“I wasn't aware this was an interrogation. I'm very tired right now, so if you don't mind, I'd like to rest. “Are you rejecting me? Pierre asked in amazement, as if the very thought terrified him. - Yea. I spoke slowly, as if speaking to a child. “Don't expect me to be one more person to fall at your feet. He looked so surprised that I suppressed a giggle. It was obvious he wasn't used to being refused or receiving such answers. His handsome face creased, and a part of my mind told me how handsome he was. It hit me like a bucket of cold water. Cute, Pierre Lawrence? Yes, I definitely needed some rest. - OK then. he said slowly, as if he was still trying to process my words. “I'll leave you w

, he says as he grabs my wrist to stop me. "Why not, Mr Charles, you don't have to refuse my help, I'm not asking for anything else in return, just let me do this for you", I start to take his length out again, but that earns me a slap on my forehead. "I'm sorry, but I have to refuse. This.. this is wrong", he stutters as he starts to zip his trouser while taking steps away from me. He however pauses at the door with his hand on the knob, and just when I think he's about to close the door and come back to me, he turns.

How many more people were going to lie about their identity to me? "Lenora, please, stay the hell away from him. Hold on and I'll come to you." "Aren't you at home?" "I'll take the next available flight. Please. Don't move an inch near Killian until you hear from me again." SIDENOTE; Hello dear readers, I trust you're enjoying the story. I want to apologize for skipping two chapters as you must have noticed in chapter fifty-five. Shout out to Mother-of-Gremlin for pointing that out. It has been corrected, so you can wait for a few hours and remove the book from your library and then add it back to read that chapter. No additional coins will be deducted. No worries if you're unlocking after

He was a stocky Beta with a bored expression. My body screamed in protest. The sudden twist of my wrist forced a sharp cry from my throat, but the guard ignored it. I was soaking wet, shivering uncontrollably, and dragged like a captured enemy. The route Kian chose was deliberate: through the main pack house halls, ensuring maximum exposure. Hundreds of faces were already turned to watch the public humiliation.

“Would you like a drink?” I shook my head. “No, I’m fine. I just need some air.” I slipped my hand from his and walked out of the hall. Note: I diverted from using Luke's mother to Mrs Stone in this chapter, so please bear with me, I'll make correction to that soon. ~Thank you for reading~

The silence stretched then I turned on my heel, stormed out, and slammed the door behind me. The sound echoed down the hall, sharp and final. I stopped just outside, pressing a hand against the door for a second not out of hesitation, but to steady the storm raging in my chest. Then I walked away. Because if I stayed, I wasn’t sure which would break first the door, or my control. ----- 🌸 Thank you for reading, my lovelies! This chapter was intense, wasn’t it? Their first real fight and neither wants to admit what’s truly behind the anger. Is it fear… or something deeper? 💔

“I have always adored and respected you but today I understood that all glitters are not gold. You filthy businessmen can only play with the feelings and emotions of a person. For you everything in your life is nothing but a DEAL!“, I yelled with tears streaming down my face and stormed off the conference hall without sparing a single glance at that beast. But I could feel his eyes boring holes in my body from behind. ~~~❤~~~ End of twelfth chapter. Thank you guys. Do vote for my book and leave comments 🥰 and also follow me for updates. I will update the next chapter by tomorrow so till then.... Love you all.💞