After Rejection Novel Novels & Stories

“Application closed. We are looking for a fast-paced story, an exciting plot with multiple cliffhangers. Revise your work and submit it again. Thanks for your hard work.” Bloody hell! “Are you out of your mind, Jade?” I placed my laptop on the table and slapped her head. Her melodrama scared the hell out of me. “It’s just a rejection email for my novel. Why are you making a big deal out of it?” “I am making a big deal?” Jade dodged my slap and hissed back at me. “This is your third rejection, sister. I have told my friends that you are a leading romance author, thriving in your career.

If you read and find it not to your taste then kindly exit from here. I hope you enjoy reading the last of our rejection series. Thanking you in advance Love xoxo Nica.

"Nevertheless, stop bossing me around and just leave." Elliot clenches his jaw. His strong hands grab me by the shoulder and pin me to the wall. "Don’t act like a brat now, Alicia. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not interested in you as a mate, as you aren't the one I love? You should just accept it and get on with your life. "Move on?" I felt my heart clenching. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Elliot." I push him away from me. I'm finished with you. You don't even have to reject me in the first place." I smirk as his face darkens.

My parents, when they were still alive, would never allow me to leave the pack, saying that it was dangerous, but after their death, I was left all alone to myself, and I had to make a living. The sound of my ringing phone pulls me back to reality, and I stop to answer it. "Good morning, Sir," My secretary's voice sounds from the other end. "Hmm. Is there any problem?" I ask her since she rarely calls me. "Yes, Sir. There is a lady that submitted her manuscript a few days ago, we found an error in her work and decided to reject it later. She is here now, making a fuss," She explains, and I sigh briefly as I touch my forehead. All these writers are crazy, but from what she said, this particul

“I, Darwin Morris, gamma of Dark Moon pack, reject you, Lillie Rome, as my mate.” Lillie pressed her hand to her chest, crying in pain as she fell to her knees. “I…I…” she coughed. “I, Lillie Rome, accept your rejection.” The pain in her voice almost caused it to fade away. “We no longer hold any ties to her, brother.” Daniel spoke, turning to me. “You can now do with her what you see fit.”

Veronica and I do not say a word to each other until we are close to home. “I'm sorry.” She whispers. I turn to stare at her, confused. “What for?” I ask. “The rejection.” She says, her eyes looking right ahead. I am relieved that she doesn't gaze at me with sympathy, as I don't desire sympathy. “I don't know what that must have felt like.” “It wasn't pleasant, believe me.” I shake my head in an attempt to laugh off the dull pain that usually engulfs me at the memory. “However, I believe the rejection has taught me to embrace life to its fullest, regardless of the challenges we may face along the way.”

My fingers trembled. He said nothing new. His rejection had already landed; I’d heard the words. But his stillness made it worse, as if he refused to witness the damage he’d done. I let the breath shudder out of me and did the only thing left that didn’t feel like dying: I made a choice. “I accept it.” My voice snapped like a thin wire. “I, Anya Voss, accept your rejection, Alpha Rowan.” The reaction was immediate and savage. White-hot pain exploded through me, not like heartbreak but like being ripped open. It clawed down my throat, stole air from my lungs, and everything went bright.

He asked surprised. “Has the editor emailed you yet? " He added. "Yeah," I answered and sighed remembering the exact words written on the mail. That was one of the most heartbreaking moments of my life. "So?" He asked with an impatient face, waiting for my answer. "My manuscript was rejected," I answered sadly, "it was horrible reading the mail with every word of it cut like a knife but I recovered after a few days. Well, at least I try." "What is the reason why your manuscript was rejected?”

Sebastian begins, his tone sharp and businesslike, “have you considered our offer?” Stanley nods, taking a seat across from Sebastian. “I have,” he replies calmly. “And I’ve made my decision.” James turns, his face a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Sebastian’s eyes narrow. “Well?” “I’m not interested,” Stanley states firmly. “I appreciate the offer, but Eloise and I have built something of our own, and I intend to see it through.” A silence hangs in the air, thick with tension. Sebastian’s face flushes with anger. “Do you understand what you’re turning down?” he hisses. “This isn’t just about business; it’s about legacy. Our legacy.”

“You can stay. It concerns you.” My curiosity is instantly piqued. “My father rejected the proposal.” “What proposal?” I ask. “Marriage proposal.” Arthur replies. I arch a brow. Marriage? “You didn’t tell her?” My brother looks away. “I didn’t want her to get her hopes up. It’s because of the pregnancy, isn’t it?” A curt nod is his only response. My stomach twists inwards. No reputable wolf pack would accept me now. Slowly, I turn away and head up the stairs.