The Refusal Novels & Stories

"He's me garmhac. He might as well have come from me own loins." I grimace and Denise smacks him on the arm. "Don't you have a game to watch or something? Something that means you'll be out of this room and out of my hair?" He grumbles something I don't understand, probably in Gaelic, and kisses her on the head before leaving. But before he goes, he turns around quickly. "Tiffany." I lift my eyes up to his and cock my head. "Why did the narcissist cross the road?" Without delay I answer, "Because he thought it was a boundary."

“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-”

The King shouts getting to his feet so abruptly, the chair he was sat on went crashing to the ground. “Because she refused to hand over her baby daughter to you! The one you changed in order to align with whatever fucked up plan you have in your mind! You are so sick with power and status that you don’t want that to leave, do you sir?! You wanted Fern that moment and her mother, doing what any other mother would, refused to hand her over and stood in your way! Because of that, you sent a man who was already spiralling down a dark path to go and do the unthinkable! Everything that’s happened over these past twenty years has been because of YOU and the sick game you want to play!” Archer shout

Even the flowers on the vase and card that Hannah kept and even the chocolates and condoms over the table. “She’s not his mate,” Evelyn said. “Of course, not.” Ines frowned. “You knew that Reid was rejected.” “And he’s fucking the girl who rejected her mate,” Evelyn said. “This is unacceptable.” She shook her head. “Mom,” Ines shook her head. “Hannah, only said it to cut off everything. That man was the first one to reject her.” “Without a proper rejection, it wasn’t a rejection.” Evelyn shook her head. “Get your head on the game, Ines. This woman only wants money from your brother.”

For instance, if I forgot my umbrella on a rainy day, I only needed to make one phone call, and Beverly would drop everything to get me. Even though she had rejected my proposal eight times in the last eight years, everyone still believed we would eventually get married. However, now that she had posted that marriage certificate with Timothy's name instead of mine, it would definitely leave everyone in shock. Timothy was my brother—my biological brother. Growing up, he always had a habit of taking what was mine. And once he got his hands on something, no amount of screaming could make him give it back. Why was that? Because my parents didn't like me. They regarded me with disdain, and they c

Lena woke with her decision already made, though it did not arrive as courage or clarity. It came as refusal, quiet and unyielding, a resistance that settled beneath her ribs and stayed there, heavier than fear and far harder to dislodge. Whatever was happening inside this house had passed the point where waiting could still be mistaken for patience. Waiting had become a form of consent, and she would not give it that.

Ariana felt it like a fracture. Not loud. Not immediate. But spreading. Slow. Deep. Dangerous. Silas broke the silence first. “Let me get this straight,” he said, stepping forward, voice tight with disbelief. “You’re telling us the way to end all of this… is to do nothing?” The man didn’t look at him. “It’s not nothing.” Roman scoffed quietly. “Sounds like it.” Victor finally spoke. “It’s refusal.” That word settled differently. Because it carried weight.

“That’s it?” Reid shook his head. “No. That’s the beginning.” He straightened, adjusting his watch like he was bracing himself for impact. “Refusal doesn’t mean stop. It means slow down. It means I don’t get to demand forgiveness on my timeline.” James let out a low whistle. “Wow. You’re really doing this the hard way.” “The only way that counts,” Reid replied. James shifted the flowers in his arms. “And if she throws these at me?”