Novel & Cerita Chosen Just To Be Rejected

Nothing, nada, every time I tried something new it came back with a rejection and funny enough I still tried, hoping that one day I'll find what's meant to be mine. Zo once told me that rejection didn't mean I was bad, it was just a redirection but I kept waiting, Oh God knows how much I waited and I never got redirected, how bad must I had been in my past life that nothing seemed to work out for me. I wasn't even brain smart enough, I didn't have a good job and if I applied to work with or for anyone, it was always a rejection.

“It doesn't matter. You'll be hers. I just want to be spared the pain of falling for you when, in the end, you'll crush my heart and soul when you leave me.” “I won't.” He drawled adamantly. ”You will.” Nothing could convince me otherwise, so I promptly responded and got on with the rejection. “I, Raina Singh of the Dark Wolverson Pack, re…..” The word got stuck in my throat, forming a lump. I gulped and tried again. “Re……” Why can't I say ‘reject?’ A puzzled expression decorated my features. I puckered my lips to place emphasis, “Reeeee―”

"Your choice. You know I never back down from my words." "If I accept your rejection, will you promise me not to rush to choose someone else? Or give yourself to someone else? Will you give me time to…" "I don’t owe you anything, and I’m not going to compromise with you. It’s either you accept it or not." "I love you, Amara." "Stop with your lies, Jace. Accept the rejection. Now. I have many men to choose from." "Amara… " "Hammond is just one mindlink away."

Instead, all I could feel was humiliation crawling beneath my skin. I wished, suddenly and desperately, that I had never been chosen. The thought came unbidden, sharp and terrifying. Would they reject me? Just imagining it sent chills racing down my spine. A rejection wasn’t just a refusal, it was a scar that never healed, a mark that followed you for life. My fingers trembled at my sides as the fear settled in my bones, heavy and suffocating. Then Cain laughed.

"Fine then let's reject Monika" .

Out of sight, out of mind. My phone buzzes against the table. I barely glance at it at first. Unknown number. “Spam,” I mutter, unlocking it. The message loads. " It’s okay to reject me.You don’t have to go through this at all. " I freeze. “Kane,” I say under my breath. A whole month of nothing and this is what he sends? Just— Permission. My grip tightens around the phone. “It’s okay to reject me.” I let out a short, sharp laugh.

' 'We haven't rejected him yet, what does that even mean for him? 'That he is still bonded to us, can feel us even though we can no longer feel him. We can move on, once we accept the rejection, find someone else if we choose, but he's trapped in the bond until you utter those words out loud.' I stood up from the couch. parts of my body cracking as I twist around while stretching my body out. Standing with my head held high, well higher than usual, I opened my mouth to speak, my palms became sweaty as my stomach felt like it had knots in it.

she brutal, gazing into his eyes “just give it a chance, I so much like you” he tried to persuade her. “I’m so sorry, I’m not interested” she whispered, it composes in her face, she really did her best to avoid hurts, she was left with no option. He felt like he was shot on the heart, the pain of being rejected cloud his face, he faced down, the stigma he couldn’t stand. stood leaving “Wait, I want to think about it” she tact, it was like a world of inducement but it didn’t light his mood, he walks out, snobs her

“Alora, I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you, but there’s only one solution—you have to reject them.” “I already did,” I replied quickly, though my voice carried the weight of defeat. Her brows furrowed. “But?” “But they didn’t accept it,” I said, the frustration in my voice unmistakable. “They just ignored me like I didn’t even say it.” “They have to accept it,” she said firmly.

Accepted, never chosen. I had spent eighteen years waiting to be chosen. I looked at Damon Wells his beautiful, cold, certain face and I felt the warmth finish dying. What replaced it wasn't grief. It was something quieter and more permanent. I opened my mouth. "I, Zara Ashlen" my voice came out steadier than I had any right to, "accept your rejection, Damon Wells. And I reject you in return." A murmur moved through the crowd like wind through grass. Damon's eyes flickered. Something crossed his face too fast for me to name, gone before I could hold it. Then it was smooth again. Unreadable again.