How To Refuse The Route Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I didn’t steal it but was offered the money yet I rejected it. Only because i didn’t want to be called a gold digger even though people were already calling me one. ~~~~ Please skip the next chapter, it's a repetition of this chapter and my editor is on a short break, please skip to chapter 16. thank you and sorry for the inconvenience.

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.*

“I’m not doing this!” “I’m not!” As I took more steps away, I saw a couple of guards by the wall, step foward to me. “You can’t force me! I don’t want to do it!” My voice moved easily across the yard. Beta Marsh remained calm as he spoke. “Refusal equals forfeiture..” “I don’t care!” The moment I said it, a huge wave of gasps rippled through the yard. I didn’t care anymore… I was done with this. Done!

“I’m refusing to obscure it.” Silence stretches. “This is your last opportunity to step back,” the man warns. The brother pushes the document across the table. “Then note my refusal,” he says. “Accurately.” He stands before permission is granted. When he leaves the building, the city feels louder somehow. Sharper. As if it has been waiting for that moment to exhale. She hears about it an hour later. Not through channels. Through certainty. “They tried to make you choose,” she says.

He stretched out his hand and pinched her chin, saying, "You should know the consequence of irritating me." His fingers were pinching her harder. She frowned at the pain, but she still didn't say anything. She just resisted him stubbornly and said, "It doesn't matter. I don't want to be alive. I'm very tired now." Her eyes were as desperate as dead ashes. She seemed to have made up her mind and was no longer willing to compromise to him.

How could I refuse her? “Your wish is my command, my princess…”

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

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, 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.