Misery No Ordinary Rejection Novels & Stories

"Maybe he was rejected before..." "Maybe," I replied, and a breath escaped my lips. For some reason, this almost felt even worse than Alpha Noah's rejection. ****

“Can your love pay the rent? Can it buy food or basic necessities? No. I’m sorry, but I can’t keep doing this. Just leave me alone, Felix. I’m sick of all this.” Suddenly, I felt lightheaded. My stomach turned. Something was off, really off. It wasn’t just the anger. Maybe it was the alcohol from last night. I hadn’t touched alcohol in a long time, so maybe that was it. I sat down, hoping I’d feel better. “Together, we’ll get through this,” he said softly. “We’ll find new jobs. Life will go back to normal. You just have to trust me.” I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. The way I was feeling… it was hard to describe. Then, the nausea hit me hard. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up.

He seemed to take pleasure in her suffering, and went out of his way to make her life miserable. It was a strange twist of fate that had brought Mia to this place. She had been born into the pack, just like everyone else. But from the very beginning, she had known that she was different. She, unlike the rest of the wolves in the pack, couldn't shift into her wolf form. She was suffering from PTSD, and that was what was blocking her ability to shift. Noah always punished her and as he did he verbally abused her and taunted her, telling her to shift, like she did when she killed their parents.

“I feel miserable because I happened to take your place. Believe it or not, I would be better off if Iweren’tt his mate and you were. I was rejected too. My life has been taken over by this person who is greater than meOfof course, I am miserable! "Do you know, just like you, I imagined my true mate died, and if I was to ever have one again, I would cherish them? Whatw would it be like? Those stolen moments that I dared fantasize about my mate and look forward to, it all got crusher when I got mated to him. "He rejected me even before I knew what was happening. My life has not been the same, and you have been part of my pain. You think I want to be this way? Do you honestly think I want to b

"But it isn't 'Real'. You’re offering me a cage with gold bars. You want to 'Sell my Peace' because you've run out of my 'Pain'. But if I take your gift, I’m still just a 'Product' in your catalog." She stepped forward, her finger dripping with the obsidian Vespera ink. "I don't want a 'Perfect Life' written by you," she spat. "I want a 'Messy Life' written by me." The Golden Eye pulsed with a violent, judgmental red light. "**[REJECTION IS UN-ECONOMICAL. WITHOUT THE UNDERWRITERS, YOU HAVE NO 'SOURCE'. WITHOUT THE READERS, YOU HAVE NO 'LIGHT'. YOU WILL BE DELETED INTO THE SILENCE.]**"

I whispered. “You — what?! Did he break up with you? How come you didn’t tell that to me?” she asked. “I forgot. I was kinda preoccupied with everything and I couldn’t do anything, so I needed a break. That’s why you didn’t see me at my apartment because I was fixing myself so I could write again. You know that I love my career and many of my readers are waiting for my next book, but it turns out that it got rejected because it didn’t pass the company’s standard. They just said that my novel isn’t good for the reader’s preference. The hell! Why can’t they just admit that it didn’t pass their standard?” I ranted because I still can’t believe why my novel got rejected like that, even if it’s a

Author POV:- Trisha imagine Monika anxiety when she was stuck in her apartment, there was storm outside and Trisha was not not answering her call. ! mention of miscarriage and depression ! Trisha laid on the bed, her eyes blank of any emotion as she stared at the window. The soothing chirping can't mend her broken heart. Nothing can mend her broken heart. Trisha remembered correctly what had happened two days ago. She remembered how her Omega felt completely detached, neglected and rejected by their Alpha.

Stanley asks but Eloise has turned around and left the room. That night, Eloise sleeps in the spare bedroom and cries herself to sleep. ********** If the term ‘dire straits’ did not have a previous definition, Mary Lou imagines that her current situation would be the perfect way to describe it. At this point, she is certain that she has already exhausted half of the businesses in New York. Yet, nobody will hire her. She considers giving up on finding a job totally and moving to a different place before a thought crosses her mind. She is not the first person to come to New York with no skills. In fact, she knows someone who has achieved so much after moving to the city when she was just sixte

However, she still muttered, "I'm sorry." I stepped forward and slapped her hard. "That slap is for all the times you've targeted me. And your apology? I don't accept it. I just never want to see you again." Then I turned to leave. Hayden grabbed my hand. "Sydney..." I raised my other hand and snatched up the clay jar. And right in front of Hayden's shocked eyes, I smashed to the ground.

"Your father banished you, didn't he? And now you're stuck here, with no one to turn to." I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my tears. Mia was right, but I refused to let her see me cry. "I don't need your pity," I said, trying to sound confident. Mia just laughed again. "Pity? Who said anything about pity? I'm just stating the facts. You're a rejected mate, and you'll always be a nobody."