Romans & histoires My Promised Rejection

“Amber, when I give, I give freely. My gift is unconditional. Don’t ever fear that.” Relief flooded her. He turned away again, clearly trying to process her rejection. The tension hung between them. Then, slowly, he turned back and reached for her hand. This time, she didn’t pull away. “Please—just promise me one thing. Even if you say no to me... wait.” She hesitated. “Wait for what?” “Until you’re legal. If, by then, you still don’t feel the same way... I’ll let you go. I’ll try.”

Was that really so much to ask? I exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling up inside me. My mind replayed his words, the raw sincerity in his voice, the way his shoulders sagged under the weight of my rejection. “Let me see them.” His plea echoed in my head, and I pressed the heel of my hand to my temple, as if I could physically push the thought away. But it lingered still. Why didn’t I let him have that? Why didn’t I take the opportunity to let him keep his promise, to leave for good?

“She's no good. I thought she'd be different,” he finally made a statement. His enthusiasm was bruised and hurt beyond redemption. “I, Chris accept your rejection Promise Quest,” I felt a sharp piercing pain run through my core. Like a shattered piece of glass, the weight of how unloved I was became prominent and a sweat broke out all over me. I watched in disbelief as she left with her chosen mate, hands interlocked while I stayed glued to the spot, cold.

“About the poison inside those people, why did they plant poison inside them if they can just kill them by hiring people with the killing promise? What happened? Carson asked. “Killing promise is one of the forbidden promises. There were only a few of us who still live and we need to hide ourselves from the higher ups. “ sadness can be seen on his face. “But you’re the one who is stronger than them, why don’t you guys just kill their promise and help the people?” He asked. “It’s not as easy as you think. The ruler killed her wife and that news spread out to the whole city. People wanted them to be expelled as their ruler but they refused and threatened everyone who dared to fight against the

“If you only plan on rejecting me in the end, you should do it now. I mean why should we prolong our agony when it would be what we will be going to do?” Gritting his teeth, he responded, "No. You wait for three months." "We're not lovers, but you're asking me for the three-month rule, Alpha Hugh. Fine. Let's not ruin the fun now and enjoy this night." I held my beer mid-air. "Cheers, Alpha Hugh." "There will be no rejection within the six months," he said. “But month after that, I don’t want to promise anything, Autumn.” I nodded. "Alright. Fine."

I was angry at him for years because he gave me a drive, not an option. What changed?" "You did." He said it plainly, omission theory, and it cut more. "Not because you found me; it made all the resentment go away. Once I found you, the obligation, i.e., I don't look for you anymore, Lunara. You're not lost. I just—" His voice trailed, grappling for the most real shape of it. "I still choose to be here. This is not the same as keeping a promise. I need you to know that difference, no matter what happens between you and Vaelric or you and anyone.

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?"

He swung his arm sharply, and the crown landed in Vanessa's hands. "It's yours now," he said coldly. My heart shattered. I thought his heart shattered too, only we shattered in two different places. Our hearts could never be pieced back together. How ridiculous. He could stand against the whole world for me, so why would he not believe me one more time? Why, when I was being humiliated and violated—when I needed him most—did he stop believing in me? All those promises of forever were destroyed by a few fake photos.

He tried to fold the two together as though that made it more honest, and when I pointed out how convenient the timing was, with his feud against the Night Walkers heating up, he didn't deny it outright, only insisted I didn't know him as well as I thought. "And I'm supposed to just believe that? After everything?" I asked. "You don't have to believe it. You just have to take the promotion," he said. "That's not exactly reassuring, Derick," I said. "I never said it would be," he said. "Then what did you say it would be?" I asked. "Honest. That's the only promise I'm making right now," he said. "Honesty from you. That's new," I said. "Get used to it. It might stick this time," he said.

I'll be in town for a week maybe two and I just want to see you, if you say no I'll understand, but I had to try. I was crying reading his email, I wanted to be mad at him, I wanted to hate him but it wasn't in me. At the same time, I didn't want to see him because I knew I was weak, and I knew I would fall right back into his spell. I couldn't deal with his lies, I couldn't handle another promise.