I Can Deny It No Longer Novels & Stories

why i can't be just shut upp? ___

“You are very powerful, Whitney.” Very well, Seraphina liked calling me by my second name rather than my first, something I had realized. I sighed and looked at her. “I don't think so.” “You are. You just don't notice it.” Seraphina began, and I turned back to look at Ansel. “Before I tell you about the war, I want you to believe what I have told you.” I raised my eyebrows, and she sighed all over again. “You are still in denial. Very well. I understand why.”

I don't want a brother, I hope the second DNA denies this shit. To be continued...

I approached her and in a bridal style, I lifted her up and placed her gently on the bed. I stared at her lovingly and then asked her to denounce Damien. “What?” She asked, looking so surprised. “I will only be able to mate you only if you denounce Damien,” I said again. She stared at me for a while and then told me she couldn't. “Why?” I asked. “I can’t put my life on the line for you, not after what you have made me go through,” she said, sadly. “I’m sorry for everything, Bella. I regret the decision I made that day to reject you,” I said, looking so apologetically.

Sometimes, we would hang out and drink together. I immediately apologized to Olivia. I said, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. Please don’t be upset.” One of the staff members behind us started rushing us. “Are you still going to go through with the registration process? It only takes a few minutes. Can’t you talk after completing it?” “Yes!” “No!” Martin was the one who yelled no. I stared at him in disbelief. He said righteously to Olivia, “Are you sure you want to get married happily before Teddy’s dead body? Olivia, when did you become so heartless?”

One last denial. Silence answered me again. Cold. Final. And this time I didn’t fight it. Because deep down… I already knew. She wasn’t coming back.

The question struck like ice against my spine. Hooked? Did he seriously just ask that? With everything I was juggling, the very idea was absurd. I barely had the space to breathe some days, let alone fall into some kind of addiction spiral. “I’m not addicted,” I said flatly, refusing to let the question crawl any deeper under my skin. “You sure?” His voice was tentative, but honest. “If you are, we can get you help. I’m not judging you, Velara.” “Damon, I told you, I’m not addicted,” I repeated, firmer now. “I don’t take them all the time. Only when you…” My voice faltered for a beat. “You know. And lately… when I see you.”

This were the words I had always wanted to hear but hearing them today didn't make me happy, rather, it made me very sad. "Justin, you shouldn't..." "Please let me talk." He said, interrupting my statement. "I have been in denial to myself for many years now. I didn't want to accept it, I tried every means I could to fight it but I ended up failing miserably." He paused, taking a deep breath. "I will no longer continue to live in denial. I am sorry it took this long but I love you Naomi, always had, still do and will continue to love you.".....

"Must be nice though. Two Alphas fighting over you." I open my mouth to correct her, to lay out exactly how untrue that framing is, how none of this was something I asked for or wanted, how being rejected in front of two hundred people doesn't magically become romantic just because someone else happened to notice. The words are right there, ready to spill out in careful, reasonable detail. I stop myself. Barely. "I need to get to the clinic," I say instead, and walk away before I can undo my own restraint.

"You can deny it all you want but, it's written all over your face that you love her. I just do not know why you're still denying her." "I'm denying her because I don't love her, don't you get it?! I have... I have someone else's that I'm in love with it" I said the last statement in a small tone. "And, aren't you drunk? How in the world were you still able to ask me these questions?"