Rejected Broken And Forgotten Novels & Stories

“Yes, I am their whore—the whore you desperately want to be. So, is there any problem with that?” No response… but by now, their eyes had turned beastly. “Yes, I will leave…. But I will never be forgotten. The fact that I'm not here, won't change the fact that they would want you still. You know why… because once rejected. Always rejected.”

Total silence now. “So I sat there in my fluffy bathrobe and opened and shut the mini bar, and forgot that being heartbroken is just one more pathetic justification to drink, one more bullshit excuse. And like all the other reasons and justifications and excuses, it’s just not fucking good enough. Not anymore. It never was, but I know that now. I forgot for four hours, but then I remembered again.” Her voice was stronger now.

"My name has been tarnished, and no amount of fighting can undo the damage that has been done." As my mother's hand connected with my cheek once again, the pain echoed through my entire being. The disappointment in her eyes was unbearable, and her words cut through me like a knife. "Naomi, how could you have forgotten? Reuben was always a playboy, a heartbreaker. We warned you about him, and yet you allowed yourself to fall for his charm."

"If Serena hadn't had an accident five years ago, what made you think you had any right to marry Damian? She's back now. Give her back the title of Mrs. Lucchese." Serena stood on the staircase in a white dress, her curls loose and her eyes wet, looking like a flower the whole world existed to protect. "Eve, I didn't come back to steal anything. But if you're willing to let go, I'll always remember what you did for me." In my last life, I had broken down at those words. I had knelt in front of my parents and asked them why they were doing this to me. This time, I bent down and picked up the papers.

"Six years ago, I stood in the dirt while you sat in your luxury car and told me I wasn't your type. You valued your father's stolen title more than my existence. Now, you are lying on my floor, crying for a glance, while your family name turns to ash on a live broadcast. Some rejections come with a deadly price, Adrian. And you are six years too late to pay the bill." Adrian let out a sharp, choking sob, his forehead pressing flat against the cold marble right near Noah’s boots. The physical pain of his raw knuckles and his swollen jaw was nothing compared to the absolute, crushing agony of hearing Noah’s final sentence. He was completely broken, yet deeply, hopelessly turned on by Noah’s a

Her final words to the world still echo through the ages: > “The rejected moon was never broken. It was only waiting to be seen.” And now, so are we.

When Jake wanted to wear his ring again, he could not find it anymore. Fortunately, we still had our design draft lying around, and my ring had some chips too, so we decided to order a new pair. But before the new rings arrived, our marriage had already shattered. I instinctively touched the faint ring mark on my ring finger. I, too, had thrown away my ring at some point in time. “Forget it. Even if it’s the same ring, our marriage has broken down, and we can’t go back to how we were before.” Perhaps the repeated string of rejections made Jake finally blow up.

The pain was so much that I collapsed on the leaves, my fingers grabbed in dirt and I felt something within me, something cold and mine ~ KILLIAN~ She looked at me like I made a mistake in my choice or like the Moon hadn't made a mistake, like fate meant something and I hated it, I hated the way her eyes didn't move when I spoke or when she didn't beg. I hated the quiet way she broke when I said the words. “I reject the mate bond.” I was expecting her to cry out loud or scream but she did none. The bond should have broken when I said those words but it didn't, it bent and clung to me like a wound that refused to close. The crowd didn’t care. They roared, Cheered, Some of them laughed. The r

The night my destiny was broken. I stood frozen as the memory replayed itself, cruel and merciless. Damian’s eyes met mine—golden, proud, unreadable. The bond that had just snapped into existence pulsed between us, and I could feel my own heartbeat echoing in the silence before he spoke the words that had haunted me for years. “I, Damian Blackwood, reject you.” His voice cut through me like steel, and the crowd’s murmurs became daggers in my ears. I remembered the taste of humiliation, the burn of tears, the scream I never let out.

“Her brother put me through worse. Nico destroyed everything I built, turned my own allies against me, and left me for dead in that hospital. Now fate delivers his most precious possession into my hands.” “She’s not a possession, she’s a person.” Disapproval saturates his tone. “A vulnerable person who trusts you.” Trust. The word sits heavy between us like an unwelcome guest. Through the doorway, I watch Aleta toss and turn in her sleep, and something uncomfortable takes root in my stomach. “Nico made his choice five years ago,” I continue, returning to the fabricated documents. “Every decision has consequences.” “What happens when her memory returns?” My hands still on the keyboard once ag