Rejected Broken And Forgotten Novels & Stories

Staying any longer would have broken me into pieces I could never put back together. ​But I would not forget. I knew right then that I would never, ever forget what she did to me. I would carry the memory of her rejection with me every single day, a heavy weight that I could never shake off, a sharp pain that no amount of time would ever numb.

"No." He turned the book toward me. A passage written in faded ink caught my attention. "A rejection is completed only when both wolves acknowledge its ending." I read it again. "And if one doesn't?" "The bond remains unresolved." My chest tightened. "What exactly does unresolved mean?" Castiel sighed. "That is where certainty ends." He tapped another paragraph. "There are only a handful of recorded cases." I leaned forward. Each account described a rejected pair. Some drifted apart. Some never recovered emotionally. One entry stopped me cold.

he asks. “People forget,” I whisper, knowing he can hear me, his own lips just inches from mine. “That the irony is that broken people are not fragile. They don’t realize that we have to be the strongest to put ourselves back together every day. Make ourselves new. Get a fresh start.” I nod at the bottle behind him. “And you didn’t even need one today. No damage done.” He swallows in acknowledgment, and the movement of his jaw runs his stubble against my finger tips, still lingering on his neck. “What about the memories?” he asks, voicing his disbelief. “Each new day doesn’t change what I’ve done.”

His once-bright eyes were now dull and lifeless. No one would have guessed this man had once been a brilliant doctor with a promising future. “Sara, I know I did you wrong in the past, but now that you’re here to see me… Does this mean there’s still a chance for us?” He looked at me, hope flickering in his eyes. He was like a man who had wandered the desert for years and suddenly spotted a mirage of water. Unfortunately for him, I was about to disappoint him. “Xavier, how do you have the nerve to say something like that? I’m only here to see how far you’ve fallen, to revel in your miserable life.”

I remembered our evenings talking about our future and our family we would have and nothing could ever pull us apart. And now, everything was broken. But even broken things could still shine. So I sat there for a bit, watching the reflection of the moon on the water. My tears mingled with the stream, and I whispered gently, “If he has truly forgotten me, then I will wait until he remembers. And if he never remembers, then I will love him secretly from afar.” I stood up once again, and my eyes were on the direction of the mansion – it was his home. Light still filtered through the windows. I could have sworn I heard laughter, music, and the hum of an establishment that once welcomed me with o

It was a betrayal of the memories we had shared, the life we had built. The weight of my actions bore down upon me, a burden too heavy to bear. I had allowed myself to believe in the impossible, to hope for a reunion that would forever remain a distant fantasy. The truth lay before me, stark and unforgiving – Athara was forever lost to me, her absence etched deep within the corridors of my heart.

His observations, a futile attempt to resurrect the vestiges of a person I once was, failed to rouse any semblance of nostalgia or sentimentality. "Well, anyways, I get it!" Diyo's resignation hung in the air, a reluctant acceptance of the irrevocable transformation that had consumed me. His parting words, a muted farewell laced with disappointment, echoed the sentiments of a bygone era, an era where my existence had yet to be tainted by the relentless cycle of betrayal and anguish.

And woven intricately through these memories was the ache of rejection from Henry, the pain of his cruel words still fresh but no longer binding. “After being rejected by Henry, and hearing him howl to have me back when I had found my second mate…” she mused quietly, her thoughts becoming a guiding rhythm as she played on. With each note, the bitterness that had once filled her heart had begun to dissipate, replaced by the serenity of acceptance. “It seems that Henry is the mate I won’t have.”

“In my opinion, now that you know everything, you should be relieved that you know where you stand and that would help you plan your future.” “I have felt so lost when I found out that I was abandoned in the past. But I think it is best that we know the real truth about our lives even if it is hurting us rather than stay obliviously peaceful in a false notion of happiness.” Princess Aria retrieves her hands from Caspian’s grasp and places them on Caspian’s cheeks. Both are still gazing at each other’s eyes, green to green. Without a warning, the Princess pinches both sides of the ranger’s cheeks so hard then laughs out loud with amusement.

Knowing that he has moved on caused her more pain than she would have liked to give him credit for. She thought she would never experience pain like that again in her life, since she has been numb to it for the past two years. The pain that came after realising that had not been good enough for her own mate, and the hollowness and the void his rejection had caused her was on another level. Looking down at those stormy grey eyes just like his fathers, she felt like she had been left out on a huge part of what her life would've been if her mate hadn't rejected her, and at this moment she loathed him for rejecting her and stripping her off of her happiness.