How To Refuse The Route Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

His thumb hovered over the call button. He stared at it for a long time. Then... Instead of pressing Call... He selected Delete Contact. His thumb froze above the screen. A single tear rolled down his cheek. The chapter ends before the confirmation message appears.

I managed to let out, "She refused." "She refused what?" Another person asked, and I looked in his direction. "She refused to take the documents from her father's lawyer." I concluded and silently enveloped everywhere. I wondered what was going on in their minds. The chairman's right-hand man stepped out again. In my mind, I wanted to run, but where will I run to? Maybe to my grave. He got to where I was again and squeezed my hand that I screamed so loud, uncontrollably. He punched my stomach again, and I started coughing profusely, expecting blood from my mouth, but I didn't see any.

Book 2 - Denied by Destiny: Stepping out from the Shadows Prologue 3 years ago ~Josie~ “This won’t work.” My lack of confidence in Maya’s plan is making me want to return back to the taxi. “It will, just don’t look the bouncers in the eyes.” One of Maya’s friend states to me as she pulls me into her, preventing me from escaping into the taxi that was preparing to drive away.

Miles barely trusted himself to speak in complete sentences without telling me to burn the whole framework down. In the end it was quieter than all of that. I sat on the edge of Miles’s bed with my phone in my hand and the house summons still sitting in my body like cold iron. “If I take the fourteen days, he learns the ban works. If I take them and sneak around them, I go back to living by his tripwires. I’m not doing either.” Miles stopped pacing. “Say it plainly.” “I’m refusing the terms. All of them. Especially the part where he decides you are optional.”

My husband, Gideon Hale, returned from the war with barely a breath left in him. Yet despite his condition, he insisted on going to the palace and used his military achievements to secure a royal decree. I thought he had gone to obtain a noble title for me. I was ready to berate him for his foolishness, but the contents of the decree rooted me to the spot. [By royal decree, Gideon Hale, Marquis of Northguard, and his first wife, Clara Reinhart, are permitted to share a tomb.] Clara was my dearest friend from girlhood. My ears rang. I opened my mouth to demand an explanation, but before I could utter a word, Gideon breathed his last. I stood frozen until my son suddenly snatched the decr

Amy patted Sally’s head as she cried. Sally nodded obediently. I could feel my soul getting lighter on the days that followed. I could leave Rob for a short period at a time. I knew that these were signs that I was about to leave this world. Rob then came over to ask Sally to be with him. Amy disagreed and argued with him. In the end, Sally stopped them. She was only five, and she was barely half of Rob’s height, but she still looked up at him daringly and rejected him.

she told me, as I had been sitting as far away as I could and averted my eyes, staring at the car mat beneath my feet. My eyes narrowed, repulsed by the way she ordered me around like I was a dog, and didn't move. And when I didn't move, her tone became stern. "I said, come." I didn't answer, but straightened my back as if to salvage that fragile dignity of mine—which I was supposed to have given up on, when I begged the loan sharks for mercy. And since I wasn't answering, the car was silent. Whether she was not used to the silence or because she got impatient, Stella reached out with her hand.

The other end of the line went quiet. I weakly nodded to myself. Without waiting for her to speak, I uttered, "I understand." That pause was as good an answer as I could have hoped for.

I felt a little awkward. "Matthew?" I waved my hand in front of his face. "You're all set. You can go now." The longer we stayed in the same room, the more I struggled to breathe freely. Despite the rejection and pain, Matthew still had that effect on me. I suppose it will forever be etched on me, like a tattoo etched into my body. "Oh... uhh, thank you," he stuttered, accepting the bottle. I nodded and gestured towards the door for him to leave. He seemed hesitant, moving slowly as if he were an aged man. Just as he was about to exit, someone entered and called for my presence. It seemed my request had been approved.

Carlo said, standing at the door of my room. I immediately went towards the door to close it. "Are you trying to make me have a fight with him or what?" I snapped angrily at him. He shook his head, shrugging innocently. "I'm not saying you should fight with him or anything, but you should know how to refuse things that you don't want. After all, you're the one who doesn't trust that girl. I don't really care. I think she's into me, but I'm not into her, and I have my ways of dealing with her," he said, feeling himself.