Rejected Broken And Forgotten Novels & Stories

Blake seems to be knowing too much. "It's none of your business," I retorted, trying to hide the surprise in my voice. Blake moved closer to me and whispered in my ear, "It seems like you enjoyed being used and dumped, that's because you trust easily. But trust me, being dumped like trash will be worse than being a rejected mate." I slapped Blake, and felt my anger start to rise, but I managed to control it. "Whatever happens in my life is none of your business," I said, gritting my teeth. "You were the one who turned me into a rejected mate, so you should stop bugging me."

"I'm strong, I'm capable, and I'm loyal. Why doesn't anyone want me?" I knew exactly how he felt. I had been in his shoes not too long ago. But now, looking back, I realized that my rejection had been a turning point for me. It had led me to this pack and to a sense of purpose that I had never had before. "You were rejected for a reason," I said. "And that reason brought you here. You're part of our pack now, and we're all stronger because of it." He looked up at me, his eyes filled with uncertainty. "But what if I'm not good enough?"

The Forgotten Mate 2. The Aftermath of my rejection. The tears flow uncontrollably down my cheeks as I find solace in the corner of the extravagant ballroom. The vibrant masquerade masks that once held a hint of hope now taunt me, mocking my shattered heart. The pain of rejection sears through my soul, consuming me from within. I had dared to dream, dared to believe that perhaps, just for a fleeting moment, I could experience the love and acceptance that had been denied to me for so long. But fate, in its twisted irony, had other plans.

I whispered. “You — what?! Did he break up with you? How come you didn’t tell that to me?” she asked. “I forgot. I was kinda preoccupied with everything and I couldn’t do anything, so I needed a break. That’s why you didn’t see me at my apartment because I was fixing myself so I could write again. You know that I love my career and many of my readers are waiting for my next book, but it turns out that it got rejected because it didn’t pass the company’s standard. They just said that my novel isn’t good for the reader’s preference. The hell! Why can’t they just admit that it didn’t pass their standard?” I ranted because I still can’t believe why my novel got rejected like that, even if it’s a

"Stanley won’t accept whatever they have to offer. He’s committed to our new life." Phyllis scoffs lightly, shaking her head. "Your trust in Stanley is impressive, but he is only a man. And men can be tempted, especially when presented with lucrative offers and promises of power." Eloise frowns, feeling a pang of worry. "Why are you telling me this? Why now?" Phyllis looks down at her coffee cup, her fingers tracing the rim. "Because once, James and I broke free from the shackles of our families. We wanted something different, something better. But we allowed ourselves to be drawn back in, and now here we are."

My eyes are darting over the damage to the car. This is not how I had wanted to find my mate. I had wanted to find her well. Be able to convince her to return with me. Tell her what a fool I had been. Knowing that in spite of everything she had fallen for me again meant the world to me. We had found one another once and fallen for one another, and in a cruel twist of fate, she had forgotten me, and fallen for me all over again... I had been blessed, not just once but twice. I could not let my girl die.

" Do you want this?" Desperate to let go and forget I nodded. Suddenly everything became hazy. Everything faded including the weight of my broken heart and the sting of Bennet's betrayal. I lost myself in the moments unadulterated pleasure and the heat of this strangers touch. There was no love. Not even tenderness as we made out. This was the kind of sex you had when you want to forget and too broken to care about anything else in the world. And that include the rejection I had.

She says curiously. “I don’t think they could if they wanted to. I’ve been spelled. This bracelet is a protection charm.” he flashes a bracelet hidden by magic. “Can I see that?” She asks “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that” she says. “Sorry” he shakes his head no. “That's all I got of her” he sighs before getting up. “Leaving again?” She asks playing with his glass of wine before chugging it. “Yeah, I'm gonna try to find some research on spells for memory. Hell maybe I’ll even find a witch who can actually do it” his words cut through her like a knife. So bitter yet so sweet. What made him so heartless she thinks to herself.

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to focus on something else than the ache in my fists. I felt tears forming at the corners of my eyes, as I remembered Nathan, the one who betrayed me, the one who I thought I’ll never see again. I opened my eyes slowly and wiped away the tears gathering at the corner of my eyes, not daring to cry because of him. I wouldn’t let it happen again, even if the pain I thought I couldn’t feel anymore was back in full force. I untied up the sack and went to the nearest trash can to throw it away, my hand clenched hard on the handle, I shook my fist and felt the blood rushing down my hand.

But in moments of profound grief, what else is there to say? "I'm trying to be," I managed, offering a smile so weak it was barely a ghost of an expression. Jessica's professional side emerged. "Are you feeling pain anywhere? Do you need anything?" "Please," I whispered. "Something to help me sleep, to help me forget. To just... stop feeling. For a little while." The word "forget" resonated deeply. What a beautiful, impossible concept. The irony was not lost on me. After all, I was a woman with incomplete memories, I've spent months trying to piece everything together yet today I wish to forget.