Reject Novels & Stories

My heart crawls into my throat, “W-What? I didn’t say tha- What the hell kind of reasoning is that?!” Damien raises a brow, “It’s not that hard. If someone makes you unhappy, I’ll snuff our their insignificant lives.” What?

Yes" another approved, then the room.burst into complaints and disapproval. "Easy, everyone," I began, trying to soothe their frustrations. "I know this is inconvenient, but the sooner we finish this meeting, the sooner we can all go back to our normal lives." The murmurs of discontent quieted down, but their frowns didn't disappear. "This better be worth my time" "Alright then" I said ignoring his comment, "Let's get down to business, first Joreme, if you look past your annoyance you can tell I'm not in the best shape"

She creased her brows. “Step away, bitch.” Ian said as Hannah rushed toward them, pushing Quinn aside and slapping him hard. “Don’t you call her that, you asshole. I never even wanted to see your face. And what do you think you are doing?” She creased her brows. “If this is the closure you wanted then I’ll give it.” She gritted her teeth. “I Hannah Grace Lazardo rejected you, Ian Marquis, as my mate. We are no longer bonded together after you claim another. Your silent rejection ends here.”

Veronica and I do not say a word to each other until we are close to home. “I'm sorry.” She whispers. I turn to stare at her, confused. “What for?” I ask. “The rejection.” She says, her eyes looking right ahead. I am relieved that she doesn't gaze at me with sympathy, as I don't desire sympathy. “I don't know what that must have felt like.” “It wasn't pleasant, believe me.” I shake my head in an attempt to laugh off the dull pain that usually engulfs me at the memory. “However, I believe the rejection has taught me to embrace life to its fullest, regardless of the challenges we may face along the way.”

He takes the hand off of his face and places a kiss to my palm before resting it on his chest, covering it with both of his larger hands. "Really?" He asks hopefully. I give him another wide smile. Before I narrow my eyes and scowl at him, ripping my hand away from him. His brows furrow in confusion as I take a step back. "No." I say harshly and his face drops into pure sorrow. It hurts me deeply, deeper than I thought possible. The mate bond is so much stronger than I anticipated, but that only hardens my resolve. "I, Hannah Quaid, reject you Micah Grey as my mate." I yell at him. He falls to the ground in agony, clutching his chest and groaning in pain. I no

I couldn't sit there and let him brush me off once again. His grasp became tighter as I begged him, but I was not going to comply this time. I was desperate. And it didn't seem like he was looking for compliance either but instead holding himself back maybe as his jaw tightened visibly. "Rose, no. Stop. I told you already. You have to wait. It's not time yet." He talked slowly, calmly, contrary to my increasingly restless self as I shook my head harder this time, disagreeing unapprovingly at his choice of the words.

"Wow, what's going on? You know I can kick you out right?" "Then do it cause we're tired of your shit! We feel useless! Tom's group is almost done with the game and here we are striving to pass it." Kelvin said as he threw his hands in exasperation. "Shut the fuck up you all! I've pass that damn game! We won!" "Oh really?" Damian lean close to His camera. "Yeah." "I'll like to see a video." Karen crossed her arms with a scowl plastered on her face. "Yes show us!" Kelvin added.

Elder Cassian spoke without stopping, and each word hit me like a stone. I had wished for a birthday gift from the goddess… But now I saw who she truly was, not a mother but a monster. “I, Alpha Rhett Tlea of the Northern Pack, reject you, Avelyn Noa, as my mate,” Alpha Rhett said loud and clear. I didn’t feel any pain in my chest like I thought I would. Just a hard slam. A heavy blow I couldn’t explain. He didn’t want to do this. I saw it in his eyes.

“…please do not reject me, Camilla. I plead with you.” “Accept it,” I gritted out, my hands curling even more by my side if possible. “I do not understand what in the sick fuck is going on, what sort of sick joke fate and the universe is playing on me to pair us up now of all time, but accept the rejection.” My heart was hammering behind my ribcage, a mixture of anger and confusion pairing to make up a raging storm inside. “I do not, and will never accept you as my mate. Certainly, no sick fate can make me be with you after everything.”

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****