Once Rejected Novels & Stories

she explained carefully. The old man sighed deeply. “I see.” Then he said coldly, “Your application is rejected. You may leave now, Mrs. Anderson.” Gloria froze. Her mind went blank. “Rejected?” she whispered. “But… Mr. Joseph,” she said desperately, leaning forward, “we haven’t even started the interview yet. Please give me a chance!” Mr. Joseph suddenly looked annoyed. He clicked his tongue impatiently. “It’s because of your surname,” he snapped.

“He rejected me.” Mara nodded slowly. “Rejection severs the bond going forward. It doesn’t undo what was already completed.” Four to five weeks, she told me. Early. Certain. There was no question whose pup it was. I pressed a hand to my stomach, breath shallow. He had denied me. Cast me aside. And still, something of him remained inside me, growing quietly where no one could see. “If I stay,” I said slowly, “the pack will let him decide what happens.”

I knew it was a long shot. It came back as a rejection the next morning. It looked like a form email—generic, stiff, like no one had even read what I sent. Just an automatic dismissal. My stomach sank. Jason found me by the printers, leaned against the wall like he had nothing better to do. “Hey,” he said with a too-pleasant smile. “Any word from Elder Thorne?” I kept my eyes on the paper tray. “Yeah. He declined.” He let out a low whistle. “Oof. That’s rough. I mean, it’s not really surprising, is it? People like him don’t usually show up for these things. Not unless someone… bigger reaches out.”

Another rejection appeared instantly. “What the hell?” I muttered. I clicked on the help chat and typed out a message. “Hi, I think there’s a problem with my account. My applications are being automatically declined.” The support agent replied a few minutes later. “Hello Clarissa, your account has been temporarily restricted due to a report filed under the Devereux Legal Group. We recommend contacting them for clarification. I sat back, staring at the message. My heart sank. Nicho. Of course it was him.

Without waiting for him to talk, I dragged him inside his opened apartment. "I never wanted someone like you as my mate. I hate you and I can't bear to be with you. So I am rejecting this bond." I screamed at his face. Without waiting for him to say anything, I uttered those words I knew might cause me pain later on. "I, Donna Anderson, reject you, Miko Magnus as my mate!" I waited for one, two and several seconds, yet he did not say anything. He just looked at me sadly. "You are supposed to reject me too!" I urged him.

Emma looked at Ryan's face with a hurt look. "From now on, I forbid you to come here without my permission." "But why, Ryan?" "Because I'm tired of stupid girls like you. I'm sick of it," Ryan spat in front of Emma's face. "R-ryan." "Emma Walles, I'm Ryan Underwood; reject you as my fiance. Get out of my kingdom; I don't want to see you."

“When the client refused to pay, our agent exercised a standard penalty, and the casino wrote off the bargain as a bad debt.” “Which means?” Griff asked. His gaze dropped down to meet Griff’s. “This is most unusual.” “What?” I leaned forward, my eyes wide. “According to the ledger, you paid with your life, yet you’re not dead,” Edmund said.

he gasped, and as though it was a call and response scenario, every other person in attendance gasped in unison. “A mark rejection,” elder Winona started to explain, “It’s rare but it happens, it’s the lesser version of being rejected by your mate, but it’s usually remediable.” “How?” Logan and I asked at the same time. Elder Winona reached into her charm ridden purse and pulled out a piece of paper, “go and see her, she’ll guide you aright,” she tucked the paper in Logan’s palm firmly.

before hanging up. I sat in a quiet booth in a corner café, my phone resting on the table next to an untouched glass of iced tea. I’d circled the same five streets all morning trying to make this work. Ryan had offered to come with me, but I told him I needed to do this alone. By noon, I had three confirmed responses. All rejections. One shareholder’s office replied with a short, templated email that read: We appreciate your concern, but the board has full confidence in the transition process and the nominee selected.