Higehiro After Being Rejected Novels & Stories

"Can't it be you? You can sing right?" "What the hell's with that? Were you pretending like we couldn't so we would give up?" "I don't know all of your talents, if someone wanted to sing I'd just let them." Hachiro let out a long sigh, he suddenly got up to leave. "I REALLY hate guys like you." His words stuck. I scoffed. "You don't even know me." "I know enough. Guys like you are all the same!" He stopped at the door to yell before storming out.

' '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.

He said firmly. I met his gaze. “What do you mean ‘no’?” Luciano’s silver eyes held mine. “He rejected you,” he said slowly, “because he didn’t understand what you are.” I lifted my brows. “What am I?” “Yes.” “Okay. What exactly am I?” I asked quietly. Watching his expression to know if I could read meaning into whatever rubbish he was spewing. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked closer. Close enough that I could see the scar on his jaw.

Denise replied shortly playing a safe card. "Hometown? Kaitu, this city is perfect for building a business, what do you think?" Hiro asked his assistant daringly bold. Denise gasped in horror, unable to settle comfortably in her seat, feeling intimidated and scared. Despite Hiro's apparent enthusiasm, there lingered a sense of unease within her. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something hidden beneath his enthusiastic facade. After all, he was Hiro Yakuza! Who was he really, and what lay behind his plans? These questions gnawed at her, leaving her unable to find a definitive answer.

Her voice almost cracked upon mentioning Mikan’s name. Hiro looked away. “Actually, I thought the same, too. But...” He looked up and met Reiri’s eyes. “I was wrong. All this time, I was making myself believe that it was her. Just to divert my feelings and attention. When in fact, it’s actually you,” he whispered almost inaudibly, but enough for her to hear. Reiri couldn’t help but be surprised at that moment. “What? Y-you’ve got to be kidding me!” she yelled in frustration.

I guess I felt vulnerable, cause the very next minute, I started sobbing. "It's okay, it's okay. Maybe you should try to make things work with him. If the rejection didn't work, then it means you guys are meant to be together" Kimberly advised sincerely. "Have you forgotten what he did to me?, I can't just let go of that memory" *First year at senior high*

* Hikaru smirked when he heard Kojiro's question. *what do you think of me? I'm really not that bad! * Pouting, Keyla turned to Genzo. He seemed a little more relaxed because after scanning the club with his eyes, he looked at Keyla again and hugged her. *oh Key, no matter what you did, can you do the same with them? * Kojiro nodded behind her because her 2 girls were still there. *come on, Hikaru grabs one of them, then only one gets on your nerves* grinning, she looked over at Hikaru, who was just overwhelmed and rejected Keyla immediately

Spencer was cut off again. “I don’t want your help, Spencer. You know what, Kieran was right. I really hope that you didn’t enroll yourself here or better yet, I hope that we never see you again. Just go back to London where you used to be,” Hiro said. Each one of us was stunned. Frozen. Can't speak for Hiro’s bluntness.

Caomh demanded, his voice suddenly tight with panic. I didn't answer him. I threw the jacket onto the floor. It landed right in the puddle of spilled rosehip tea, the dark, sweet liquid soaking rapidly into the silver crest, staining it brown. Loud gasps echoed all around me. Disrespecting the pack colors was a massive, unforgivable offense. "I, Meghann Clemmie Nelson," I said, my voice ringing clear and strong over the crowd, "accept your rejection." Caomh flinched violently as the finality of the words settled over us, completing the ritual.

It is not too much. When I leave for my shift he stands up — genuinely stands, which no one has done in my honour in a very long time — and says: "Tomorrow?" "I'm here every morning," I say. He nods, like this is information he intends to use. I am halfway up the stairs to the tea house when I stop and put my hand on the wall and breathe in for a moment. My wolf does the shimmy. "I know," I tell her. For the first time since the rejection — for the first time since standing at that altar in a plum dress and watching my planned life dissolve — I feel something new.