I Can Deny It No Longer Novels & Stories

I got confused but more on in denial. It puzzled me if he had an idea that I’m working with Smith’s Glass Wall Company because I didn't see even a bit of a surprise on his face. He was standing straight, calm yet so serious. I could say that those long four years made him better - I won’t deny that.

Making me bleed internally. How could I have been so stupid? Of course I couldn’t have a mate who loved me and cared for me and was willing to save me. Of course I couldn’t be happy. Who had I been kidding? “Then just reject me and get this over with, as you’re my future Alpha I can’t reject you, you need to reject me and I’ll leave, you’ll never have to see me again.” I’m surprised my voice didn’t stutter or break when I said that, and by the look on his face so is he!

It seemed like heaven didn't favor him that day because Yoori asked him the same question almost immediately. "Why did you sleep with her?" "Why?" He asked no one in particular and then defended himself: "Yoori, I don't know why I did that." I know what I did was wrong. "I have accepted my mistake; punish me for that if you want, but I promise you, I'll never do that again as long as I'm with you." He promised, raising his pinky finger to seal his words.

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.

Cain leaned back against his throne, his hoarse voice slicing through the excitement that filled the atmosphere. "No." The word echoed through the chamber like a command. Aria glanced at him knowingly. She was already expecting that. A smile crept on her mouth. "The tradition of 'Luna test' is cancelled. Cain said coldly. "There will be no competition." Elder Gavin opened his mouth, but before he could respond, Elder Namon leaned forward, his voice deceptively mild. "Unless," he said, eyes flicking briefly to Aria, "the Luna is… not capable of passing the test, I see no reason you shouldn't agree Alpha. Moreover the people will be happy. The Late Luna also underwent the test."

“I told you, I can’t. I’m not allowed to sell for another year. So, I’m stuck. The only thing I can do is keep working.” Her frustration grew. “Then you’re really stuck, aren’t you?” I nodded, feeling the weight of the truth settle in my chest. Neither of us could afford to quit—not with the loans, not with the pressure, and certainly not with Ray still hunting for that elusive woman. We had to keep pretending, keep lying, and somehow survive the fallout when it came. Lana seemed to notice the despair creeping into my eyes. “But what if he really finds out? What if you can’t keep lying forever?”

If he wanted to claim the liar as his mother, I was fine with having to discard him, too. Cold sweat broke across my skin, but deep down, I was terrifyingly calm. I knew I had to leave, and for good. If I openly fought back, Lucian would never agree to dissolve the bond, and he would also imprison me. So, I swallowed the pain and forced a look of submission and defeat. Looking down, I whispered, "Fine… I'll stop. I don't want Conan to hate me." Lucian relaxed. He wore a smug, victorious look as he thought he had once again found my weakness and pinned me down.

he rejected, denying it. Wait, I could call it denial, though I knew that was not a denial. Swapping it around totally, I can tell that it's a true word. He was saying the truth, and I had to accept it, if not, I would be proclaimed as one who would be far off from her.

“It's so obvious that Liz did it. No one would ever believe us.” My father's expression hardened, his jaw set with determination. “You deny till the end.” He replied firmly, his voice unwavering. “Deny even when the sword is to your neck. Deny even when you're about to die. Deny.” I clenched my fists in frustration, feeling a surge of anger and helplessness wash over me. “Damn it.” I cursed under my breath, realizing the gravity of our situation. Denial seemed futile in the face of overwhelming evidence, but my father's words resonated with a stubborn resolve that refused to yield.

“Shayeen, I think you misunderstood me. That’s not what I meant. I just want to fix things between us. I don’t want you to hate me.” He denied everything he said earlier, but I wasn’t surprised. As I saw his nervous expression, I couldn’t help but sneer inside. Well, well… He’s truly pathetic! It’s only been a few minutes since he said that, and now he’s denying it! Of course, he goes back on his word in an instant!