Chosen Just To Be Rejected Novels & Stories

“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.

' '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

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.

I said seriously, without sugarcoating anything. Her parents looked at me with wide eyes, truly shocked by the information. “That's intense,” Jenny said embarrassedly, and then her face turned red. “Do I have that option, if possible?” The question completely stunned me, but I nodded. “We all have the option to reject our mate if they are not really the person we deserve to have,” I said fearlessly, firmly. "There is also the possibility of being rejected, and that is something we must grow up with and live with, but never forget that it is a legitimate option, blessed by the gods and by nature. Reality is complicated, but it is what it is, no two ways about it. You have to be sure that this

" I allowed Jasmine was his mate." He soughed. I smelled in a breath and jounced. " I- I rejected him but he will not accept it. Please do not tell him I am leaving yet and do not tell him where I am, please?" I puled. I heard him take a sharp breath before placing his hand over mine." He may be my son, but you have my word, he will not find out where you are." He attested. " I can make him accept the rejection if you want to stay?" He offered. I shook my head," I need to leave," I breathed out. He jounced," He will not be suitable to mark Jasmine until he accepts your rejection." He mentioned. My eyes went wide, I allowed he could mark anyone he wanted. I allowed

She had expected that singular fact to throw me off, little did she know that I had thoroughly thought this true and figured every possible outcome by myself. "But where would that leave you on the grand scale of things? No matter how you try to sound or make it sound, you would be nothing but a reject. Your story would be a classical, one true one of FROM GRACES TO GRASSES. People would mock you, call you names. Hell! The news hasn't even gotten out, and people have already called you cursed."

I remind him. “I know you only had two serious relationships in your life and that it’s not easy for you to connect with people, but choose anyone, anyone but her” Dean tries to reason with me. “At least she loves me with all her heart Dean, even if it was a little too much”. “So that’s what it’s about? You want to be loved?” Dylan says and I don’t answer him, maybe it’s the real reason I chose Izzy… and what’s wrong with that? I’ve been rejected by the people who were supposed to love me unconditionally, my father and my mate, even my mother never really stood up for me... I was brought out of my thoughts by Dylan.