Pregnant And Rejected Novels & Stories

She didn't understand what I had just done. Neither did my parents. "What..." she stammered. "What did you just do?" I knelt down beside her, my face inches from hers. "I rejected you and then I took it back." Her eyes widened. "That's... that's not possible. You can't... you can't take back a rejection."

I brought the Sonogram to the doctor, who informed me I was two months pregnant and recommended registering for antenatal care. Knowing that success required employment, I persisted and finally secured a job as a bartender. A month later, at three months pregnant, my boss promptly fired me, citing that he didn't want a pregnant woman working for him. Despite my efforts to find employment elsewhere, the stigma against hiring a pregnant woman persisted. Werewolf pregnancies varied in duration based on rank, with Alphas having the shortest at four months and regular wolves the longest at seven to eight months. Nicklaus, being an Alpha, meant I had limited time remaining.

The rejection. He had been right about one thing, he decided, sitting in the failing light of his own certainty. He had been right that the ease of the rejection was the part he could not forgive. Seth had turned him down not with the careful respect of a man weighing a serious offer, but with a casual, dismissive coldness, the specific coldness of someone who considered himself too principled to be associated with a man of Anton's reputation. That coldness had been real, and Anton's inability to forgive it had been, in its own way, an honest response to a genuine slight.

So I rejected her, acted like she wasn’t worthy, and threw her away. Some things are true like she embodies everything I hate. She is weak and clumsy, and she lives in a constant state of fear. She stuttered like a toddler, and I had no choice but to reject her. After showing, I step out and hear the door, wrapping the towel around myself, I walk into the room.

“Elara, listen. You’ve made it to the final stage for a reason. You haven't made it this far in a while which means they think you are qualified. You are talented. And this… this is your shot to prove it. Don’t let fear steal it from you.” I wanted to believe her but the last interview still burned in my mind. I had been told I was perfect for the role, praised for my experience and skill… and then, when they realized I was pregnant, they had refused me. Their reasoning had been so cruelly practical: I wouldn’t be able to go on leave unless I had worked for a full year, and my delivery was fast approaching. That day I had walked out feeling like the life inside me made me disposable.

I just turned back to the car and, right in front of their faces, drove off, leaving them behind. As I drove, I could literally hear my own heart thumping so hard like it was about to collapse. The pain from the rejection was killing me, and I didn’t know how long it would take before I lost it. For a moment, I knew I had messed up when I didn’t listen to my mom. I didn’t plan this pregnancy; in fact, I didn’t want to be pregnant. The least he could have done was talk to me, but three days and that still wasn’t enough for him to get his shits together.

POLLEN'S POV My gaze was fixated on the papers in my hands as tears freely seeped down my eyes. One of them was another rejection letter I found in the mail when I returned from the Beckham's, the other was the marriage contract. I didn't want to believe it could get this bad, but the papers were staring right back at me, a glaring evidence that everything I badly wished wasn't happening was my new reality. I wasn't a good writer, at the same time, pregnant.

“The day after you handed her those divorce papers, she asked Valerie about the risk of a rejection. She asked if her babies would be ok.” “And what did Valerie say?” I ask hesitantly. I know I won’t like this, but I pray that my pups are ok. “The babies will be fine, Seb… But Zaia, that rejection has cost her. Due to her weakened state when she was rejected, the chance for her to get pregnant again is next to nil.” I close my eyes, turning my head away. What have I done? I place my head in my hands, trying to calm the storm of guilt that is threatening to destroy me.

I hesitated, the words catching in my throat, "Did he reject you?" Eveline nodded, her gaze steady as she met my eyes. "A few days before our wedding," she revealed, her voice tinged with resignation. "He said he couldn't go through with it, that there were... complications." My heart ached at her words, the bitter sting of rejection echoing through the silent night. "And did he...?" I trailed off, the question hanging between us like a veil of uncertainty. “Enough that could have gotten you pregnant?.” Eveline's silence spoke volumes, her eyes betraying a depth of sorrow that words could not convey. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the gentle rustle of leaves. "But it ma

It was what I feared: I am pregnant with their child. I don't know how to feel about this, knowing all of them did it with me that night. So it must belong to all of them. But how am I supposed to tell everyone that the people who rejected me did this to me? My heart was breaking as I fell to the ground, looking at the test kit again. I couldn't accept it just yet. Maybe the kit was defective. So I took another one, since I brought multiple. I took another test, and the results were the same. It was after the fourth one that I stopped.