Not Rejected Just Unwanted Novels & Stories

' Max asked out of the blue forcing an angry growl to escape my mouth. ' I'd be stupid if I wasted my time thinking about him. I could see he's nothing but a rejected freak, no one wants him so why should I?' Max didn't want me to hurt him but I would have if he continued his unwelcome stay here. It wasn't a bad choice for me to reject him, I just didn't feel anything for him and I didn't want a mate. Why would I want to be tied down to one person when I could be fucking anyone I wanted? I wasn't big on commitment so he sort of escaped that.

He scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest, but I didn’t miss the way his eyes raked my whole body before he focused on my face again. And even without any expression on his face, his action made my pussy throb. “Uhm. What happened to let’s get to it so we can get past this?” “I changed my mind. Or let’s say I haven’t decided yet if I want you or not.” “Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Joshua Westmore. I’m not here for a taste test. Give me the rejection.” “Are you deaf? I already said I wouldn’t. If you want to do it, then do it. I will accept the rejection.”

I explained in simple terms. “Oh...” He nodded as though trying to understand my words. “You want her and not me?” he asked, and this time I nodded. “So what do we do about me wanting you?” he asked, and my brows furrowed in confusion. Before I could speak, he casually removed his watch. “You should accept rejection.” “I always get what I want, so why should I accept rejection?” he countered. My hand clutched the side of my dress tightly. Then he pulled his phone from his pocket.

But instead, I internally rolled my eyes and lowered my gaze, scanning the words on the paper, my stomach twisting. “Since you’ve always wanted me so badly… daughter of an ex-tyrant… why shouldn’t I finally give you what you want?” he teased, wearing that smug smile that made me hate him more. My mouth opened before I could stop myself. “I… I don’t want this.” The words came out weak, barely above a whisper. Pathetic. I hated how frail I sounded. I wanted to sound bold, fierce, a full rejection, but all I managed was that miserable mutter.

The city moved outside the windows, indifferent and bright, but in here everything was still. Three attempts. Three clean rejections. And the worst part was not the rejection itself. The worst part was the way Roberta Alfred had looked at her each time. Not with anger. Not with suspicion or hatred or the kind of rivalry that at least acknowledged you as a real opponent. With mild inconvenience. The look you gave a persistent fly. Patient, faintly bored, and completely unbothered. Somehow that was worse than being hated.

"What do you mean?" "Jonathan Blake," Adrian said the name with pure disgust. "A scholarship student. He is here on the university's charity. My father sits on the board of trustees, Lucy. One phone call from me regarding 'inappropriate conduct' with a board member's future daughter-in-law, and his scholarship is revoked. He will be expelled. He will have no degree, no future, and a debt he can never pay back. I will make sure he is blacklisted from every institution in this state."

He would never find the answers he sought. “Why didn’t you just accept the fucking rejection like I demanded?” I tilted my head as if I had to think about this answer. As if I had not even considered that question last night. Why did I not do that? Hmm. Why indeed. “Because you chose to reject me without even taking what I wanted into consideration. My acceptance of the rejection had nothing to do with what you wanted or didn’t want. Now both of our wolves will never feel completed since you didn’t take his desire into consideration either,” I pointed out.

That I accept his rejection? I'm on a hospital bed with my legs hanging, don't even know if I am going to be able to walk again after being hit by one of his psychopath pack drivers and he wants me to accept his rejection. If I thought this guy was crazy, now I think he needs asylum. "No, I will not accept your rejection, King," . . .

You might think I am weak, but the rejection hurts so much, literally. “Oh, please, you might be the next Alpha and all, but I don’t want you. You are so boring, Killian. I have known you ever since, and there is nothing about you that intrigues me, so accept the rejection so that I can be on my way. Don’t bore me with your stupid tears.” Trisha says to me. Her words are so bitter to me. How could she just reject me just like that?

Not now at least. "Wanna talk about something else?" I asked still in his arms. He pulled away. "Yes please." "The wedding. I don't have lots of friends so I'm not planning on inviting a lot of people. But…I'm thinking of Alex and Liz." "Okay." "Okay?" "Why do you look surprised? Was I supposed to refuse or something?" "I said Alex…" "I trust you,Aria." I kiss his lips. "Good. You can invite other people. Not so many though. If you consider them family or friends then they are invited."