Claimed After Being Rejected Novels & Stories

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.

I was seen as trash in the eyes of the same people that were happy about. ‘Astrid, I don’t think I can bare this much pain, its too much to bear.’ Lia was barely holding on, since the rejection she had been dormant and doesn’t say anything. I knew that the pain from being rejected was one that anyone couldn’t shake off that easily.

All I can think about is the way Zion discarded me like I didn't matter. The way he couldn't take my word for it, and I don't know if I can ever get over that, especially after everything I thought we had. *TWO WEEKS LATER* I look at the tenth rejection letter, and I see the same thing again. I have been blacklisted. I let out a scream in frustration. My eyes well up in tears. He had me blacklisted even though I was nothing but faithful to his company. Tara comes back, and one look at my face tells her what happened again. “You were rejected again.”

"That's really serious, my whole assumption was on Tyson but he wasn't the one." "Who ever it was, that was just a luck! I'll beat such a dummy death the next time something of such occurs again!" I said firmly and meant it. "What's wrong with Collette?" I asked curiously and he shrugged. "Well, she got rejected…by her mate." I gasped, not feeling bad though. She can rejected ten times over but I'm just curious to know who the heck rejected a princess of Mudville Pack. "Well she won't say who, but she seems really pained."

He too wanted to see how his enemy was shamed and true to their expectations,the headlines were full of the story about a rejected proposal. " A second generation heir proposal rejected due to insincerity." " I stopped chasing after rotten apples when the market is full of fresh grapes." Mira Jones says rejecting a proposal. Different entertainment channels wrote about the story with different beautified headlines. it was hilarious. Caleb turned to be a joke among his peers with just afew pictures.

His scent clings to the fabric, and gods, it makes my chest ache. Why did he let me stay? Why am I still here? I curl in on myself, teeth clenched. The Choosing. The rejection. The way the council looked at me tonight like I was some shattered weapon they didn’t ask for but now have to use. And Damon… he hadn’t defended me. Not really. Not until the end. Not until Kael... “Royal reject,” I mutter under my breath, bitter as ash. “Like I asked for any of this.”

“Like, seriously, if you accept that award and partner up with one of the top companies that this school pairs with, it will tarnish our prestige.” “Like hell it will,” I said, scowling at her and her baseless crap, “I have proven myself, time and time again that I belong here.” “That I belong in A Class.” Rebecca laughs, “please, the only thing you’ve proven is that you know how to fool even the smartest of men around you.” “Everything you’ve achieved is just off the backs of Lucius, or Draven, hell even Adrian.” Shaking my head in disbelief, “wow, I really can not understand how you are this stupid to be spouting such baseless shit, and still think you're right.”

she says, her tone leaving no room for argument. We approach the board. A crowd has already gathered, a sea of faces searching the parchment, their expressions ranging from jubilation to despair. My heart sinks. I see the ginger guys name, scrawled in Goran's harsh script. Rejected. A wave of cold washes over me. He was so strong. If he didn't make it... my eyes scan frantically past the lists of names. Accepted. Accepted. Rejected. It's a brutal, final verdict. Then I see it. My own name. Next to it is the single, stark word…

' '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.

Colour coated Reese’s cheeks again as she found the Alpha’s eyes. “I doubt Botanical Sciences are that easy, especially since you finished the five year degree in two,” he replied. She could feel Troy’s eyes on her once more but she refused to look at him. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She also refused to believe that she wasn’t good enough. Being rejected took nothing away from her and the idea that it should was so outdated it was almost funny. “Troy, is there anything you’d like to ask Reese?” Her father just had to meddle, like seriously, give it a rest already.