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- Herausgeber: Warren Fjord
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Denied Access is a powerful story of resilience, silence, and defiance. Behind closed doors and unseen walls, a daughter fights battles no one notices—choosing strength over surrender and truth over fear. This gripping novel explores what it takes to reclaim your voice when the world tries to lock you out.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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DENIED ACCESS
The Secret Battles Of A Daughter Who Refused To Surrender
Written
By
WARREN FJORD
Copyright © 2025 Warren Fjord’s Publishing
All rights reserved.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
BOOK BLURB
CHAPTER ONE
The House of Quiet Warnings
CHAPTER TWO
Eyes That Watched Too Long
CHAPTER THREE
A Mother’s Silence
CHAPTER FOUR
The Locked Door
CHAPTER FIVE
Living in the Shadows
CHAPTER SIX
Whispers in the Night
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Weight of His Name
CHAPTER EIGHT
The Language of Fear
CHAPTER NINE
The Secret Friend
CHAPTER TEN
Fire in My Chest
CHAPTER ELEVEN
A School Of Escape
CHAPTER TWELVE
His Shadow At The Door
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The Birth of a Plan
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A Prayer in the Kitchen
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The First Attempt
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Secrets Between Sisters
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The Mask He Wore
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The Visit from Auntie
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The Journal
CHAPTER TWENTY
The Smile That Lied
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Lessons in the Dark
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
A Secret Flame
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The Question in My Sister’s Eyes
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The Betrayal of Silence
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
A Dream of Flight
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The Sound of Laughter
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The Test of Night
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
A Teacher’s Eyes
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
The Weight of Dreams
CHAPTER THIRTY
The Neighbors’ Laughter
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
The Hidden Map
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The Question of God
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
The Storm in His Eyes
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Letters to Myself
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The Day of Running Feet
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
A Teacher’s Gift
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
The River’s Lesson
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
The Near Betrayal
CHAPTER FORTY
The Spark of Escape
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
The Hidden Jar
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
The Confrontation in Silence
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
A Mother’s Touch
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
The Gathering Storm
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
The Whispered Goodbye
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
The Door Left Open
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
The Road in Darkness
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
The Stranger’s Kindness
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
The First Sunrise
CHAPTER FIFTY
The Voice I Claimed
EPILOGUE
From Ashes to Fire
“BEFORE I had words, I had eyes. And my eyes saw what children should never see. A father, crowned in the world’s daylight, but cloaked in night’s darkest hunger. He called me daughter yet hunted me as stranger. I was young, yet I knew—I knew my body was my own. And so, I stood at the gates of myself and whispered, denied. Denied. Denied.”
✨ DEDICATION
To every daughter who has walked through shadows yet refused to let darkness define her.
To the mothers who loved in silence, and the sisters who carried unspoken burdens.
To the voices the world tried to silence—may this book remind you that your song is still inside you.
This is for the survivors, the dreamers, the unbroken. This is for you.
✨ ACKNOWLEDGMENT
I bow my head with gratitude to those who hold space for the wounded, who listen without judgment, who carry another’s pain as though it were their own.
To the women who have shared their truths bravely, teaching me that silence is never the final word. To the teachers who hand out books as lifelines, to the neighbors who show kindness with bread and water, to the strangers whose simple touch or smile has restored faith in humanity—I honor you.
And to the unseen hands of grace that lifted me when I thought I would fall—I owe you my voice, my survival, my tomorrow.
✨ PREFACE
Stories of survival are not born from comfort; they are forged in fire. This book is the echo of one such fire, the voice of a girl who refused to be swallowed by shadows.
I did not write this to dwell in pain, but to testify to power. Pain may mark us, but it cannot silence us. It is the song of resilience, the anthem of endurance, the reminder that freedom belongs even to those who were once denied it.
The chapters you will read are not only mine—they belong to every child who has lived in fear, every woman who has fought for her voice, every human who has refused surrender.
May you walk these pages not with pity, but with reverence for the strength that rises from ashes. And may you carry away the truth that lives inside us all: we are greater than the battles we survive.
BOOK BLURB
She was born into a house that should have been her shelter—but became her battlefield.
In Denied Access, a young daughter confronts the unthinkable: a father who should have been her protector becomes her predator, and silence becomes the weapon that shields his shadow. Through sleepless nights, whispered prayers, and the constant terror of footsteps at her door, she learns to fight—not with fists, but with unbreakable spirit.
Her journey is not only one of resistance but of rebirth. From secret journals hidden under mattresses, to dreams of running beyond the horizon, to the trembling courage of her first step toward freedom—this is the story of survival transformed into power.
Told in lyrical, soul-stirring prose, Denied Access is more than a novel. It is a testimony for every daughter who has ever been silenced, every child who has carried hidden battles, and every woman who has risen from ashes to claim her fire.
A story of shadows and strength, betrayal and defiance, Denied Access reminds us: even when the world denies us safety, we can still claim our freedom—and our voice.
CHAPTER ONE
The House of Quiet Warnings
The house where I was born did not sing lullabies at night. Its walls whispered instead. Shadows curled in corners like waiting predators, though by day the same walls caught the sun and painted our rooms gold. I was a child with quick laughter, a girl who pressed her nose against glass to chase butterflies in the yard, but always there was a stillness that silenced me before I understood why.
My father’s footsteps were different from any man’s. Heavy, dragging, deliberate. They announced him like a storm on the horizon, a thundercloud in a single body. When he came through the door, air in the house seemed to withdraw, hiding itself in cracks and rafters. My mother would lower her eyes, her hands trembling as they folded the laundry. Even then, I knew fear wore her skin like a second dress.
I learned early to listen: to doors that creaked too slowly, to hands that lingered too long, to voices that demanded without asking. But my own voice was still fragile, tucked away in a chest like a secret I wasn’t allowed to own.
Yet, something in me—call it stubbornness, call it spirit—rose each time his shadow passed over me. I felt it even as a girl: the quiet rebellion of breath, the refusal to shrink though my knees trembled. A child’s courage, small but sharp.
In that house of whispered warnings, I began to understand: not every father is a protector, not every home a sanctuary. And though silence seemed safer, my heart was already rehearsing a word that would one day save me—No.
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