Novel & Cerita Misery No Ordinary Rejection

I say and hang up before he can add any more pitiful words to sugarcoat my rejection. Again. “You didn’t get it?” Maya asks from where she’s sitting across the table, her eyes sad and I shrug. “Surprise, surprise.” I mutter flatly with as I shift my gaze from her to the table, trying to stop the tears that are threatening to flow. “Oh, Marcy. I’m so so sorry.” She says and I just drink the last of my coffee with unsteady hands. Another rejection… Another painful smack of reality. Another reminder of the time ticking bomb of bills waiting for me…

Although it was clear that he was troubled if the man had just marked us long ago, then we would never have had to face the sort of embarrassment that we had to face in the clinic when he made it clear that we weren’t mates. Samiya might have cried then, but she could never feel just how much pain I felt. She might want to tough it up and act like nothing drastic happened, but I simply could not. No human soul could ever understand the amount of pain that came along with rejection and, at this point, I could say that I had been rejected twice before I even got a shot at this whole mate experience. First, Meidran rejected me by himself, not willing to even entertain the thought of us and, wel

My unofficial rejection had in turn given me the truest love, and while I wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone, I’m grateful for my life now. The End.

JASMINE BROOKE "Anyone that doesn't want to ally with us, kill them all. It doesn't matter who they are" I ordered some of the rogues who were chosen to attack the remaining packs. Why do you think I ended up this way? Hot-tempered, brutal, independent and Fearless. Yes, I had to adjust to life to survive. The world doesn't like weakness, it's an actual disaster. Weakness is a disease that devours your every flesh, and sips your every last breath until you become lifeless and useless. I could take in any feeling, humiliation and pain, but definitely not rejection. It is the most brutal form of wickedness and punishment. No one deserves to be rejected, nothing, not even an animal. I was rejec

“Oh. Okay. I think I get it now. Is this because it’s not about werewolves and that shitty vamp—” “Goodbye Marcus” the middle-aged spokesperson said, ending the call in no time. He felt like throwing his laptop at something. Like punching someone. Like breaking something. Rejection hits hard the first time round, but this was the Seventh platform that rejected his book. The twelfth time he’d been rejected all in all. At this point, it felt like they were rejecting him to be honest. And he’d felt a lot of that through the years. He buried his face in his palms and gradually ran his hands through his stiff afro. Nobody saw it, nobody saw through the entire act, but it kind of felt like his lif

I asked? “That you’re her mate?” Mistra looked thoughtful for a moment, seriousness returning to her dark features. “I’m not sure. Perhaps the academic in her suspects it. But rejection? I can’t say I’ve read anything on the side effects of the one doing the rejecting. It could be all normalcy for all I know.” “So… you only know what happens when you’ve been rejected?” I raised an eyebrow. It was too convenient.

Maybe? My assumptions were proven correct when he finally responded. “I never intended to hurt you, Aure,” he said to me. “I’m so sorry for the pain that I have caused you.” “Thank you,” were the only words that I could think to say at this point. “Come,” he said. “Let’s get this over with. Unless everyone want’s to be a party to that as well.” there was clear sarcasm in his voice when he said this. “Go on,” said his father. “A rejection is something that truly warrants privacy.”

To be rejected I was now going to be known as the wolf who couldn’t even be afforded the luxury of at least getting to know her potential mate before it happened. Knock, Knock Missy got up to answer the door and gasped as soon as she opened the door and bowed her head immediately as she opened it further. Maverick himself stood before my doorway. May I come in Maverick asked? Sure, I don’t’ see why not. What can I help you with Maverick? I asked, but Goddess knows I just want to run, kiss him, and rub every inch of his divine body. Missy slips out of my office that traitor to leave me alone with Maverick just as I told her I was going to be rejected. Maverick stood just inside the door and a

A lone sweat trickled down my forehead, my fingers shaking as I brought myself to tap on the last message. And as expected, there it was. Another declination message. The tear filling my eyes dropped loose eventually dripping down my cheeks. It burned — the tears, the regret, the anger, everything! I ran my fingers into my hair, my temples relaxing to the rough message it received from the brush of my fingers. I settled into thoughts, my mind going over the messages. There was something about the rejection from the vendors that didn't sit right. Why did they all decline on the same day?

Well, I'd received rejection and mockery in the span of one day. What could possibly go wrong?