Badass Rejected Novels & Stories

. I open the cracked door and make my presence known. “Hello gentlemen, Mother.” I nod my head to acknowledge Alpha Patrick, Alpha Dante, Papa, and mother. I take a seat at my desk and look at my father expectantly. “Princessa, I don’t want to take up too much of your time, I know you have plans. So I’ll cut right to the chase. Alpha Patrick and I have been discussing an alliance of sorts.” He starts. I give my mom a questioning look and she looks just as confused as I am. I peer at Alpha Patrick and he seems a bit nervous. “Go on.” I say plainly. Not wanting to get ahead of myself. “Well…” Alpha Patrick starts “We we’re proposing that maybe you and Dante would…” a guttural growl came from t

He opened his mouth, and I was already arranging my expression into something ready to be seen. His voice came out flat. Removed. Like he was reading from something he'd decided before he arrived. He said he was renouncing the bond. The first rejection was Caine's. The second was Rhys's. The third was Zane's. Each landed before I could process the one before it. No speech. No hesitation. No looking at me like they were sorry. Just words—final, formal, pack law words—and then nothing. I kept waiting for the punchline. For any of them to look at me and realize. No one did.

Rum would be caught in another compromised situation. I tried to shake his hand off me. “You can’t order me around anymore. You’re no longer my boss.” When it didn’t work, I tried wrenching my wrist out of his grasp. But his grip intensified. “Oh yeah? Says who.” I winced slightly and breathed, “Says me.” I stared into his eyes. “I’ve quitted B.A.D.” He shifted closer, his eyes darkening to a dangerous shade. “Since when?” “Since this afternoon.”

I'm wondering if my hatred for Logan is unnecessary, but then I remember how he laughed at me after my rejection, and my blood pressure shoots through the roof. "We will see about that," I tell him. "Listen, it's late, and I should be sleeping." "Agreed," Logan says. "You also need some alone time with my picture too, so I don't blame you for hanging up on me." Without answering him, I hang up on the idiot, and I loathe myself for it, but after the phone call has ended, I glance down at Logan's perfect physique. Instant heat hits me, and my fingers dig in deeper. I. Am. Messed. Up. The fucker won tonight.

Going over the long list of things I had to do, I cursed and got to work. Room 123 was wasting my time. They should have been out like thirty minutes ago. 'Maybe they're having sex? You know, the same thing you could have had with our mate?' Grinding my teeth, I finally decided to respond to this annoyance in my head. 'In case you fail to recall, he rejected us and not the other way around. And it was over Nick and Asher. We're lucky he's gone. And if you ever blame me for this incident again, I will shut you out.'

he said in his defense. “Of course, I am fully aware of that, but it doesn’t mean that the ladies will. I am Bryce Creed, the most successful bachelor here in the United States. What made you think you could challenge me in terms of getting the attention of women? I’m way more attractive and sexy, with just a snap of my fingers, I can have any woman I desire,” I boasted. It had really been long since both of us bantered in such a way, we finally got to the club where the birthday party was being held.

"Have you slept yet, Sonia?" "Not yet." "Are you missing me?" "No, I just can't fall asleep." She blushed. "Then let me sing a song to lull you to sleep, okay?" His voice was as tender as the night breeze, which made her drunk and warm. "Okay." "What do you want to hear?" "I have you when I am young." "Okay." His magnetic voice came through the microphone. *********** James had proposed a reform plan for Bella, attempting to save the empire which was on the brink of collapse. However, his father, Jobson didn't trust him. In addition, his mother also guarded against him. So his plan was rejected by the board.

Hell, I would’ve walked through a burning building and not notice! “I understand, Fabian. I do,” I told him softly. But he wasn’t finished speaking. “My reputation had always been the ‘popular bad-boy’. I had tons of friends. I played soccer. I had girls- “ He paused abruptly when he said that, snapping up his head to look at me in fear, as if that part wasn’t supposed to slip. But I simply smiled in assurance. He’s drop dead gorgeous. Of course he had tons of girls! My jealousy wanted to stir in the pits of my stomach, but I buried it back quickly.

My knees lost the strength to stand up and a pair of strong arms comforted me. The smell of cedarwood hit my nose and temporarily dulled the pain of my fresh rejection. I looked up and saw Alpha Redd giving me a worried expression. "Tasha. Are you all right?" "What happened, Natasha?" Daddy asked. "Alpha Ali just rejected me." There was no surprise on their faces. Not even a fake worry. They were expecting it. The two of them. I saw red. "What have you done, Daddy?"

“Look, I don’t know why you’re still bothering with me or why you’re even here. You said you don’t want me. Why do you give a shit about what I do? If you really don’t want me, just stay away from me. Pick a lane and stay in it. If you prefer your bubble-headed girlfriend over me, fine. Have at it. Just leave me the fuck alone. I just want to get on with my life.” The hatred in his eyes when he looked at me could have peeled paint off a wall. But he didn’t say anything or move. I swiped the back of my hand over my eyes, feeling bone-tired and weary. Within me, Alera was silent and blocked off from me. I took a deep breath. "I, Adassah Natasha Rumanoff, reject you, Matteo—”