The Refusal Novels & Stories

I requested a go-ahead to launch a new line of shoes, but he blatantly refused" Mel replied with a scowl on her face which showed she hadn't gotten over the rejection just yet "Did he tell you why?" Liam was inquisitive "Well, he says the material I plan to use doesn't meet up to the company's standard, that's all he said" Mel replied again "Really, the fact that he actually gave you a reason says a lot, don't be discouraged though, you should try out something else. You never know, there might be an undisclosed reason he refused to give his approval". "If I may ask, what company produced the material?" Liam asked as if suspecting something.

“With him? Why? We don’t do that. We never do that.” Varek leans back in his chair, arms crossed. “Why are you tense? This isn’t a trap yet. Could be negotiation. Could be posturing.” I don’t say anything for a second. I let the room hold the weight. My wolf paces. “It’s a trap,” she says finally. “It’s never just talk.” “I know,” I reply softly. “But refusal says something else. Weakness. Fear. Retreat. I can’t give them that.”

he told the boy, and there it was—the ugly, stupid sentence at the center of his grammar. The boy looked at me, then at my mother, then at the ropes on the ground, then at his own empty hands. He raised his chin. He did not say yes. He did not say no. He stood still. Sometimes refusal is a fist. Sometimes it is absence. The man who raised him had not trained for either.

“You mean to turn me in.” Ryan stepped closer, his jaw tightening. “You are wanted by the Crown. There is nothing I can do—” “You could choose, Ryan!” Her voice broke, full of hurt and disbelief. “You could choose to believe I am innocent!” He said nothing. For a long, terrible moment, the only sound was the crackling of the candle wick. Then, at last, he spoke softer, almost to himself. “Do you think it is so simple? To defy the King’s men? To risk everything I’ve built?”

He looks up. "No," he says. One word. No preamble, no elaboration, no cushioning clause. The kind of refusal that would require, if she pressed it, a reason — but she would have to press it to require one, and pressing it means acknowledging that the request was not as uncomplicated as she presented it. He watches her face.

He exclaimed, and Yoori punched him in the stomach. "Seriously?" She asked, fuming with anger. "Hasn't he heard the part where my own parents rejected me?" She mumbled inwardly as she walked away from him. Stupid Jas had only heard that her fiance had rejected her, not anything else. "Miss Yoori!" "Are we going or not?" Her assistant, Kelvin, called her after he had seen them standing outside the hotel for about half an hour. "Of course we are." "What makes you think we are not going?" She asked him. She tried to open her car door, but Jas pulled her back.

I've gotten more compliments about how beautiful that picture is. Me: Me too, Ma. I'll call you when I have more time. Mom: Okay, sweetie. Love you. Me: Love you too. I look up and over at Quincy's station. The older woman no longer has a hoodie and sunglasses on. And it's easy to tell neither of them is happy about the situation. Even from here I can see those bangs are going to be really hard to fix. This is why I'm okay with not having kids for a while. Later, when I'm older and have the time and desire to monitor their every move, sure. But not now. I'm too selfish right now and not too proud to admit that.

“If I move any faster people will know something is up and we don’t want them to know about her yet, you idiot” “I don’t care I need to see mate” “What will you do when we reject her like she wants?” Rex lets out a furious growl that I actually had to hold my head from the pain . “We are not rejecting her and she is not leaving, even if we have to mark her and make her ours forever” “No, you mutt, we will not forcefully mark her that’s not how we treat women and specially not her” “We can’t let her leave us, it’s the only way”

Vincenzo is still doubled over by a tree. Stay back, my love. I need you safe. “Bram! You can have me! Bring Daphne and Viviana out now, and I will go willingly!” I yell in a broken voice. I’m saying the words, but they taste disgusting as they leave my mouth. The hurt in Vincenzo’s eyes deepens. I can see that he realizes why I rejected him. He shakes his head. “No! She’s mine!” he growls, as he crawls forward, fighting the pain of my rejection.

“I…wish it was that simple, but it’s not. In fact, I’m not sure that any of that stuff will be true for me if I accept her.” Kenneth finally stopped what he was doing. “If you accept? You bumped your head or something?” “No-” “Then what do you mean by If? What did she do? What- why would you reject your mate? You’ve only just met her today. She can’t be that unattractive that you’d immediately shut her down.” “It’s not that,” I countered. “Then what is it? If she didn’t do anything wrong or-is-is she a part of the Moors Wolf pack?” he asked me. “Because if so, that can be easily reconciled. We have something in the works anyway-”