My Promised Rejection Novels & Stories

Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable. So breaking me was your intention? W-What? Nothing. Stop talking to me, your opinion doesn't matter. I then stand up taking the paper from the guy on my left. The paper that's filled with nothing but a memory that I loathed the most. Crumpled it and threw it on the bin as made my way out. Inevitable my ass, no matter wat you said I will never believe any promises anymore. I loath that word and I hate you Yukii.

he said while disconnecting the call. "Swara, I know after this you would hate me more but I have no other ways left to keep you with me. I recorded the video when I kissed you. I knew your gold digger step mother would definitely throw you out of your house after watching that video. And then you will have no other option left. You will come to me. I am the one who broke you and I will be the one to fix you," Sanskar said to himself. ♡♡♡

“Fated mates were believed to be gone. It’s been decades since anyone has been blessed with one. Daya and I still don’t understand why we were chosen by the Moon Goddess. We have gone so long without fated mates, that nobody really remembers, or knows, how everything works.” “I never took you as the kind to take forever to get to the point, Darius. If you all don’t explain this to me in the next five seconds, I’m going to lose it and tear your heads off,” I threaten, feeling my claws extending. He presses out of his seat and returns my energy with his own threatening glare. “What Alpha Darius is trying to explain is that Emmy rejected you, but you never accepted her rejection,” Lucas chimes

She had always wanted to ask him why he would have a tattoo at that particular place, but since they promised each other not to poke noses into their personal lives, she shook the question off her head when it appeared. Dragging her fingers further, she started caressing his abs and playing with his black nipples, which hardened at her touch. Something flashed on her mind, and she sat upright cursing. "Darn it!" "Why could I?" She slapped her face when she remembered what she had promised Jas the previous night. She willingly admitted that she would forever belong to him alone. A tired sigh escaped his lips when she realized she couldn't back off from her promise. After all, she had admitted

"Promise me you won't do anything rash." "Like what?" I asked, my voice laced with sarcasm. "Run away and join a circus? Start a revolution?" He didn't smile. "Just promise me." “Promise you what? Say it.” “Promise me…” he hesitated for a long minute, “that you won't leave me.” If I didn't know better I'd have mistaken it for a love confession. “Why? Why don't I get to leave you? You left me, you rejected my very being, I should get to do that too.”

he pronounced firmly. The finality in his voice shattered what little hope I had left in me. I could see Cynthia standing behind him, and her eyes were glinting with satisfaction. She had won, and I had lost everything. With a deep, shuddering breath, I forced myself to stand tall, despite the pain that was currently coursing through my body. “If that’s what you want, Reese, then yes, I accept the rejection,” I said. My voice was steady despite the tears streaming down my face. “But mark my words. You will definitely regret rejecting me. You will see the truth, and when you do, it will be too late.”

I haven't felt Chalo since our mate rejected us. She is depressed and sad, like me. I get up from the cold floor and clutch my chest as I say the words."I, Anaiah Ross, accept your rejection, Amos Rivers." I don't feel the bond breaking on my side; however, Amos will feel the bond tear between us and will experience pain like no other.

Her pupils shrank in terror as she lied, "I-I'm not feeling well today, Rocco." I wasn't taking no for an answer. "That is an order. Hold it." She couldn't refuse an order from the Don. Her hand was shaking as she reached for the plant. The seconds ticked by, and nothing happened. Her skin didn't redden or swell. There was no allergic reaction, and she didn't even seem the least bit uncomfortable. Sofia knew it was over. The story she had crafted for so long was about to fall apart. Her hand flew open in fear, and the rosemary fell to the floor. "Maybe my immunity is better now. Never mind. I'm actually not feeling well. I need to go upstairs and lie down."

The weight of the girl's rejection as his Mate pressed down upon him, a bitter pill to swallow. "I reject you as my Mate," she declared, her words piercing the silence. Adam's gaze dropped to his feet, a mix of sadness and resignation etched upon his face. The pain of the rejection seared through his heart, but he knew that accepting it was the only path forward. His voice steady, Adam replied, "I accept the rejection." It was a solemn affirmation, an acknowledgment of the love that would forever remain unfulfilled. The girl's smile, though tinged with a touch of sadness, spoke volumes of her gratitude for his understanding.

"I'm not going to Italy. I'm not signing anything. I'm not marrying anyone." "You're leaving tonight," he corrected. "He's waiting." My chest tightened. The note from earlier flashed through my mind. “You have a surprise coming.” It said. Is this what he was talking about? How did he know? I backed up until my shoulders hit the wall and my fingers pressed against the smooth surface. I was trapped. They'd planned this down to the hour. My father stepped closer and lowered his voice. "Walk out that door and turn your back on this union and you'll have nothing to come back to. No name. No power. And the Morettis don't take rejection well."