Chosen Just To Be Rejected Novels & Stories

the manager added, then left. “Got it, sir,” Jasmine and Arielle said at the same time. “What the fuck, room 11. Arielle, you were right...” Jasmine said, and Arielle cut in. “No, I’m wrong,” Arielle said sarcastically. “I told you not to judge a book by its cover, but you didn’t listen. Thank goodness we were not the ones who got sacked. Jasmine, see what you caused.” “What do you mean? It’s not like it’s my fault,” Jasmine said.

"I reject you, fatass." Dean says it laughing, like it's the punchline to a joke only he finds funny. The sound bounces off the rafters of the pack hall and lands right in my chest. I stand there in the dress I picked out three weeks ago, the one that took me two hours to zip up alone in my room, and I wait for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. It doesn't. It just sits there under my feet, solid and unforgiving, while two hundred people I've known my whole life watch the boy I was promised to reject me in front of all of them.

“I won’t accept this" The words hung in the air, each syllable a dagger to my heart. My breath hitched as the rejection slammed into me, the bond unraveling before it had even fully formed. “No" I whispered, the plea barely audible as the reality of his words crashed over me. But he was already turning away, the decision made. “Liam, are you going to reject her?” another man asked, a smug smile curling his lips. “There’s no need to keep her, not when you have better options"

He said looking really sad. “I am sorry. But it’s better for you. I am no good.” I replied, as I swinged back and forth softly on the swings. “That’s my choice. Not yours. If you don’t like me or don’t feel anything, than you can reject me. Not because you’re trying to protect me. Because rejections hurts like hell. It’s more like heartbreak, it’s like a piece of your soul dying. I am sure whatever is going on with you, I’ll find it a lot better than the pain of rejection.”

Dean says. "We rejected each other. What part of that don't you understand? Go on and look for your second chance mate. I do not give a shit. If it depends on me, I will never have a mate. I like my independence and want what I can do for my Pack. They need me more than you need me. They will always need me, but you can have any mate you want. I was not good enough for you when you thought I was weak. Then you realize I am an Alpha wolf. And now you want me as your mate. I don't believe you have feeling for me. I think you want a strong mate, and that is it. Look for a strong mate somewhere else because this one will not be your mate," I say.

How could I have ever trusted him, especially after everything he'd done? The forest seemed so distant now, yet every detail was etched into my memory with cruel clarity. Zane, with his disarming smile and charming words, had led me through the dense underbrush, his presence a deceptive promise of safety. I wanted to believe in him, despite the countless warnings and the blatant signs of his treachery. Stubbornness, that’s what it was. My infuriating, unyielding stubbornness had blinded me to the truth. I had ignored the gnawing doubts and the whispered cautions of my instincts, choosing instead to cling to the hope that there was something good in him. But no, I was wrong. Terribly wrong.

"Maybe he was rejected before..." "Maybe," I replied, and a breath escaped my lips. For some reason, this almost felt even worse than Alpha Noah's rejection. ****

Knowing that he has moved on caused her more pain than she would have liked to give him credit for. She thought she would never experience pain like that again in her life, since she has been numb to it for the past two years. The pain that came after realising that had not been good enough for her own mate, and the hollowness and the void his rejection had caused her was on another level. Looking down at those stormy grey eyes just like his fathers, she felt like she had been left out on a huge part of what her life would've been if her mate hadn't rejected her, and at this moment she loathed him for rejecting her and stripping her off of her happiness.

It’s not reacting anymore. It’s choosing.

Rejecting me wasn't a death sentence. It was freedom. Freedom to choose who I wanted to be. What I wanted to fight for. How I wanted to live." "And I chose to fight. For myself. For other Lunas. For everyone who'd been called unworthy. Called broken. Called cursed. I chose to say no. No to suppression.