Misery No Ordinary Rejection Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hope you are enjoying Rejected so far. Ellie xo

Lisa replied, a cunning smirk curling on her lips. “Hmm, but the mate bond? Didn't you notice they didn't feel any pain when they rejected each other? I think the rejection failed,” Missy pointed out. “That is impossible! Rejection always works. You know Grayson has been able to hide his pain since he was young, that was why you didn't see his reaction,” Lisa insisted. “What about Evelyn?” Missy asked. “I saw the pain in her eyes, she was heartbroken,” Lisa responded. “I just hope you are right,” Missy said.

Office Dear Ms. Emily Jones, We appreciate your time and interest in our company. After careful consideration, we have decided to move forward with other candidates for the position. We encourage you to apply for the future roles… I stared blankly at the screen of my phone, and my heart just sink. My heart tightened and I feel like the walls were so close around me that its feels so suffocating. It was like a repetition of the last few weeks with another rejection, another door slammed close in my face. I don’t even have any energy to get angry and sad anymore. Just…… exhausted.

The denial sat in my hand with no heat and total effect. Miles was waiting by the side exit. He took one look at my face and knew. “Denied,” he said. “Yes.” “No explanation?” “Discouraged during the current stability period.” Miles laughed once, short and ugly. “Of course. Why use a real reason when the process can do the work?”

"The system is lying! It's a glitch!" "A wolfless girl?!" a noble girl shrieked, her voice cracking in pure, unadulterated horror as she pointed a finger at the altar. "She’s a charity case! A servant who scrubs our dormitory floors! How can she be the fated mate of the three Apex Kings?! The Moon Goddess is defective!" "This is an insult to our bloodlines!" a senior Alpha roared, slamming his fist against the concrete barrier. "She doesn't even have an aura! She’s trash!"

With a deep breath, I press 'send' and wait, my heart thrumming against my ribcage. The silence that follows feels oppressive, the digital void where an answer should be stretches out like miles of barren landscape. Minutes pass, then hours, and the screen remains achingly blank. My message floats unanswered, a paper boat adrift in a sea of uncertainty. By morning, the rejection settles into my bones—a cold, hard fact. Victoria won't respond. The pain of it is sharp and sudden, despite the anticipation, and I bury my face in my hands, my resolve wavering. The hope that had flickered briefly within me winks out, leaving a familiar ache in its stead.

The consequences of such a rejection are profound, leaving one with an aching longing and a haunting sense of absence. I blinked, looking up from the book, my vision distant, roaming the memories of that certain night and bringing back untouched portions from the deepest gulf. I, the Alpha of Mystic Pride, reject you, pathetic human, as my mate. He rejected me. The pang, the tormenting feeling of deprivation, the month-long depression; it was all because he rejected me at first sight. He wasn't even done. He came back as my professor and continued his torture. Why? Why so much animosity?

I winced, seeing the wet spot on Mia's shoulder. "I am so sorry about your blouse," I whispered, the words scraping my raw throat. Mia just tightened her hold on my hand. "Hush. It doesn't matter. What is it you were whispering?" My voice was husky“It’s the bond, Mia,” I whispered, pressing a shaking fist against my sternum. “It burns. It’s like being hollowed out. And the rejection… he didn’t just say no. He hated me.”

It had been three months, and Millie was still stuck in a rut. Job applications were going nowhere—every “we’ve decided to move forward with other candidates” email felt like a default in her life now. She was starting to wonder if she was cursed, destined to collect rejection letters like some sad trophy case.

Another rejection? What happened? "Three times? Three times, you rejected me this morning. Am I that disgusting that you won't touch me?" Asked Morgan, expressing his emotions about getting three rejections from Jessica. "Do you know my heart hurts when I receive rejection from you? You won't even look at me. What's wrong? Tell me, what makes you like this?" "You made me this way. What is your secret? For almost a year, I knew nothing about your world other than what you told me!" Jessica thought.