Once Rejected Twice Desired Novels & Stories

I tried to rub off his touch, I don't want it. 'He is our second chance mate Jia Ara said in small voice.' 'Second chance mate? But I don't want any other mate. Ugh! What do we do now? We should reject him...yes... that’s the only way. We will reject him.' I was pacing around my room and getting restless. 'If he is your second chance mate then even you are his second chance mate. If you reject him then he can't be Alpha, cause there is no history of anyone getting third mate.'

“And you think Jace Steele would accept you as his second chance mate?” Katherine snapped as she looked at me. Looking at her right now all I could hear in my head was Jace's voice ringing loudly. I knew I never stood a chance getting accepted by him. He had already rejected me as his second chance mate in his office. I had everything replaying right now in my head. And the thought of it still pierced me deeply. “Why can't my mate ever accept me? Wasn't I good enough?” I asked within as I tried hiding my pains.

However, in exchange, my life would always be in peril. “It’s because you do not want me, Your Highness. I don’t want to force myself to be with someone who doesn't like me. My mate rejected me once. I don’t want to suffer again another rejection.” One of the twins put her hand on my shoulder, wanting to sympathize with me. “You are better off with someone who will accept you as you, River.” “Or to stay single or unmated for the rest of your life,” the brunette, Flare offered.

They know that if they ever get another shot at having a Mate, she’ll be shared between the two of them. They’d met their Mate twice before, the first one was a ditsy blonde woman who held no substance, they’d rejected her when they’d met her when they were ninety-ish. The next time she’d rejected them on sight, a proud black woman who had looked them up and down and gone ‘nope’, that had been when they were maybe two-hundred or so. They’d given up hope on finding another, and had decided that a Chosen Mate would be the way they’d have to go.

Though I am completely aware that she's going to reject me, I still hold on to that small percentage of hope that she will listen to what her heart says and accept my confession wholeheartedly, but then Nowo is Nowo. "Not in the mood to talk, are you?" Talaa inquired as I entered the room. I shrugged my shoulders, expressing my despondence. "Well, I just got rejected. Not once, not twice, but thrice. How will I ever get the mood to talk, buddy?" Talaa, the little sage, offered his wisdom. "Being rejected doesn't mean that it's the end for both of you." I raised both of my eyebrows in curiosity. "Then what does it mean?"

I got rejected and thrown out by Vincent twice now. I wasn’t willing to give him the satisfaction of rejecting me again and I didn’t know if that terrified me more than it hurt.

Alex said, "Okay, I remember, this is the first time I've been rejected." Candice looked at him. "This is the first time you've rejected me, but I will confess a second time,” Alex said. “If you reject me a second time, then I'll confess a third time, and a fourth time, and a fifth time. Even if it's 9999 times, I won't give up." His eyes were gentle, and a smile appeared on his lips. "Candice, all the affection I owe you in the past, I will return it all to you."

Chapter 5: Miss Johnson "So did you get the–" "Nope. Rejected me for the seventh time man." "Damn. That's cold." "Yeah, but it's cool. Pretty sure the next one will–" "That's what you said last time Marcus. And the time before that–" Devon settled into his seat just behind Marcus's. "Yeah well it's not like I can be for sure whether or not a platform is gonna accept it. They all have shitty standards." He brought out his books and laid them on his desk.

They whispered among themselves for a moment before the elder spoke again. “Due to your lack of romantic history, Nicholas and Kayla, your application has been denied.”

Bianca and I were switched before birth. She became the beloved daughter of both families. I became the girl neither one wanted. Every month, I carried a suitcase between two guest rooms while Bianca kept a bedroom, parents, and a place at the table in both estates. Then Bianca was diagnosed with a deadly blood disorder, and both families demanded that I become her stem cell donor. There was only one problem. My donor screening showed that I might be seriously ill too. They refused to read my medical report. They called my nosebleed an attention-seeking stunt. Then they forced me to voluntarily surrender every claim to both families before they would pay for my tests. The next day, I learned