Rej - Multi Count Novels & Stories

she said. “When the circuit empties him,” I said. “Yes.” Isabella looked at the passage wall for a moment. “How long does the drain take,” she said. “From successful reversal initiation to completion—” I paused. “The old knowledge says until it’s done. It doesn’t give a time.” I looked at her directly. “It depends on how much he has left. He’s deteriorated significantly. It may be faster than—” I stopped. “Than what the old knowledge assumed,” she said.

No more encrypted barriers. The abstract puzzle is gone, replaced by the raw, horrific truth staring back at me. "It's done," I whisper. I reach for the mouse, my hand trembling so badly the cursor shakes across the screen. I click on the primary summary tab. I built a tally counter into the top right corner of the dashboard. It was designed to count the total number of unique victims processed through the ledger over the last five years, filtering out duplicates and aborted transit routes. I expected a bad number. I expected a few thousand.

“Seraphine Vale, I reject you.” I was totally surprised; I didn't expect that. Pain lanced through me again, sharper, more intimate than before. My wolf howled in agony inside me and died, leaving me hollow and trembling. My mother’s hands gripped my shoulders tighter. “No! This is forbidden!” she shouted, stepping toward the dais, trying to intercept the ritual that would seal the final rejection. Lysander stepped back, his face pale. That was the second betrayal. The third was the one that killed everything else.

Only one path left. Through.

He looked completely calm, his posture upright and relaxed, while his long fingers hovered steadily over a slim, back-lit keyboard. On the left monitor, a live feed tracked the international media distribution lines of King Media. On the middle monitor, the financial skeleton of Chloe's family retail assets was laid completely bare. On the right monitor, a flashing red warning box displayed the progress of the hostile print leak Chloe was trying to deploy against his firm.

Rejected again. ***

In return, her friends share their unique insights on literature and art, broadening Nana's horizons. They even form a small study group for English speaking practice. Laughing at each other's mistakes but also cheering every tiny progress, they make learning a fun and shared adventure. Through these interactions, Nana not only grows academically but also deepens her precious friendships. On weekends, Nana also loves to study with her friends. They often gather at the local library, a quiet haven filled with rows of books. Nana and her pals would sit around a big table, each immersed in their own textbooks but always ready to help one another.

Good thing the parking garage is further than where the party is. I get into my FJ cruiser, my best car, I ignite it and I just start driving. I don't have a destination in mind, but only a throbbing pain sucking the air out of my lungs. I feel the pain in my chest literally. I know it's going to take sometime for me to heal from the rejection. 'She really rejected us.' My wolf Lamar breaks the silence. 'Yeah she did.' I say back to him. He is broken, just like me.

Skullz and Reaper come out of the garage laughing. "Here! Take my Jeep. It's brand new. No real mods done to it yet other than a slight lift. You should have no problems getting in or out of it." Reaper says as he tosses the keys over to Aiden. It's painted candy apple red with gold glitter. The Jeep is fucking beautfiul. The matching rims with mud grip tires sits along the fence by the garage waiting to be put on. I skip over to Reaper and kiss his cheek. "Thanks Reaper! Now this is momma's kinda ride. Can you find me a white one just like this? Then do one of your infamous paint jobs and a design on it?"

he asked and she shrugged. "Nope. She's in line for Taco Bell. She loves that place." Cassy explained and we all looked over to the Taco Bell line. We spotted her in a moment and while Cassy and Don grinned, Hound and Jackal frowned and I was pissed. Ruby was standing by the counter, flirting with three guys. I could tell that they weren't from our school and when I took a closer look, I realized that they were members of our rival MC the Reapers. Not only were they members, one of them was the leader, Nick. "Boss?" Jackal asked as I stood.