Misery No Ordinary Rejection Novels & Stories

It was like we were all part of something bigger than ourselves. One day, as I was walking through the woods, I saw a young werewolf sitting alone by a stream. I recognized him as one of the newer members of the pack, and I could tell that he was struggling. Without hesitation, I approached him and sat down beside him. We sat in silence for a few moments, just listening to the sound of the stream. Finally, he spoke. "I don't understand why I was rejected," he said. "I'm strong, I'm capable, and I'm loyal. Why doesn't anyone want me?"

“I Bram Hendricks, reject you Miri Habad, as my fated mate. May the Moon Goddess hear these words and sever my bond to you, and the bond of my wolf to yours.” I hold her as she writhes in pain. I feel my own heart shatter to pieces. She is begging me to take it back, to claim her and make the pain end. I can’t do it. I won’t do it. I know this pain would be worth it because she will survive the plague- we all will. “Miri…I need you to accept the rejection. Please. Sever our bond completely. It’s the only way.”

"Nevertheless, stop bossing me around and just leave." Elliot clenches his jaw. His strong hands grab me by the shoulder and pin me to the wall. "Don’t act like a brat now, Alicia. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not interested in you as a mate, as you aren't the one I love? You should just accept it and get on with your life. "Move on?" I felt my heart clenching. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Elliot." I push him away from me. I'm finished with you. You don't even have to reject me in the first place." I smirk as his face darkens.

"I Serenity Martins accept your rejection as your mate and future Luna of The Midnight Moon pack." She saw shock crossing his features. He was not expecting her to accept his rejection but he quickly masks it up and his eyes harden once again. The next thing she knows she was standing alone by herself. The pain hits hard at that moment and she slid down the wall as a rogue tear falls.

The night was heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension. After the confrontation with my uncle and aunt, I retreated to my room, the weight of Christopher’s rejection pressing down on me like a physical force. The envelope of money he’d given me sat on the edge of my desk, untouched, a silent reminder of his cold dismissal. I couldn’t bring myself to open it. It felt like accepting it would mean admitting defeat, and I wasn’t ready to do that—not yet.

It was beautiful and strong, just like my mate… until it snapped and disappeared. I stared into Asena's blue eyes in agonizing disbelief. I had never heard words more painful than her rejection. Panic erupted, violently traveling through every piece of me. I shook my head, or at least I thought I did. I refused to accept her decision. My mouth opened, releasing a nearly soundless gnarl, “Why?!”

Veronica and I do not say a word to each other until we are close to home. “I'm sorry.” She whispers. I turn to stare at her, confused. “What for?” I ask. “The rejection.” She says, her eyes looking right ahead. I am relieved that she doesn't gaze at me with sympathy, as I don't desire sympathy. “I don't know what that must have felt like.” “It wasn't pleasant, believe me.” I shake my head in an attempt to laugh off the dull pain that usually engulfs me at the memory. “However, I believe the rejection has taught me to embrace life to its fullest, regardless of the challenges we may face along the way.”

Six months into my grim bone cancer diagnosis, the doctor urged me to get hospitalized before it was too late. Broke and out of options, I dialed Morgan Kramer one final time. What answered me was her 100th rejection. Despairing, I gripped the diagnosis papers and shuffled alone to the crematorium. "Hi, I'd like to reserve a cremation slot ahead of time," I said to the clerk. He froze. "You're dealing with something heavy? Where is your family?"

The words landed like stones in still water—rippling, disturbing, leaving nothing but bigger ripples of dread. “Fighting what?” I asked, almost laughing again, but there was zero humor in it. Just raw disbelief that clawed at my throat. “There’s nothing there to fight. He rejected me this morning. He said it with his own mouth. ‘I didn’t do it for you.’ ‘You’re a mistake.’ ‘I will reject you in front of everyone.’ That’s not fighting. That’s surrender.” The bond. My breath caught in my lungs, a sharp, painful hitch that made my vision blur at the edges.

“Yeah, Cami’s never been one for PDA either.” “Apparently that’s what the mate bond does to you, I wouldn’t know.” He shrugs, then makes a horrified face. “Oh shit! I’m sorry…” “It’s fine.” I push off the car and wrap my arms around myself. The only thing worse than getting rejected, is everyone pitying me over it. Well…maybe that’s not so much worse, just a really, really sucky bonus. Tucking my loose hairs behind my ears, I lift my shoulders. “Now what?”