Rejected Broken And Forgotten Novels & Stories

he said gently. I blinked and bowed for a moment. I bit my bottom lip. I looked at Roven seriously. "I'm sorry, Roven, but we can't do it anymore. Even if you force yourself on me, I won't accept you because there is no... there is no love left in my heart for you. It was a long process for me to forget you while you were gone and Zandy's came to make up for the things you didn't do for me. He made me feel that I deserve to be loved and he made me feel my value that you just ignored so please, Roven let's just accept it that this is all we can do. That we can't do it anymore," I softly confessed to Roven. I know he's hurt because it's drawn on his face but this is the only thing I know to do

It's still there locked up in my safe, I could not do it, I could not throw it away, I could not crush it. I could only look at it remembering the good days, Remembering the painful memories. How my world broke apart, how the only thing that was a source of light left, how it perished. How she Left me in the Time I both needed her. And I was so broken, could not reach out for her, and I had to struggle to get to this point, to get to this heights. I'd given up those years. Given up those painful memories. I'd forgotten everything.

Who don’t value only my blood or my last name. He was silent for a moment. And then, he spoke again with a firmer voice, almost offended. “I can’t believe you’ve forgotten me so quickly, Lyra.” The words cut me like a whip. They burned inside me and made me explode. “Forget you?!” My voice rose in a scream full of rage. “We severed every tie, Mikail! You severed them! There is no future for us! Never again!” “You’re hurt,” he insisted stubbornly. “But I want you back… I need you…”

"I wanted to tell you, but weren't you dead?" Mom's whole body stiffened, and she slowly let go of me. Dad's face went pale as he asked, "Rena, when did your memory come back?" "I never forgot." I smiled bitterly. "Do you know how much willpower it takes not to be hypnotized? The hypnotist tied me to a chair, but I dug my nails into my palms until the skin broke, and I bit my tongue until it bled. Do you know how scared I was back then?"

Yet each time the image of Tristan hugging her while she claimed to have me wrapped around her fingers crushed whatever hope remained. By nightfall I returned alone to my room. I opened the box containing every letter, rejected gift, and precious memory I had kept since the day I first realized she was my mate. I quietly studied each item one final time. Every memory hurt because I no longer knew whether any of it had ever been real. Eventually I reached the heartbreaking conclusion that remaining her mate would only allow her to destroy me exactly as she did in the life shown in my visions. With tears I refused to acknowledge, I retrieved the ancient book describing the sacred rejection rit

"Before you chose to forget." The boy immediately stepped in front of Adrian. "Don't listen to him." "He twists every memory." The stranger didn't argue. Instead... he slowly removed one broken key from around his neck. "I don't need to twist memories." "I only return what people abandoned." He gently placed the key upon the sand. Instantly... the entire shore began changing. The abandoned books opened together. Blank pages filled with words. Forgotten names echoed across the beach. Faces appeared inside the drifting mist. Thousands of people.

So I began to pack my bags, but Sienna texted me halfway, attached with a photo of the car trunk full of champagne roses. [Look, Fiona. Duke still remembers champagne roses—these are my favorite.] [Thank you for grooming such a perfect partner. He's so much more romantic than before.] I didn't reply, and quietly ticked another day off the calendar. - That night, Duke broke his promise again—in fact, he didn't come home over the next few days either. As I solemnly cleared signs that I lived in my house and ticked the days off the calendar, I finally understood—when you were disappointed enough, you wouldn't even want to leave anything for the other person to remember you by.

~ JOCELYN ~ I'm not the same broken girl who was rejected by Caspian and fled the Nightfall Pack. This is one year. One year of abandoning that life and that pack. The time that has passed feels like I sprinted through a race of both forever and just a few minutes past seven this morning. But here I am. Sometimes, I wake up and still hear Caspian's voice. I won't lie that I don't remember his rejection and everything that happened that night. I still remember every memory like a film on repeat. I still remember the exact moment he shattered me in front of everyone in that pack.

When Naomi was finally done with the plates, James finally mustered the courage to say something. "Naomi, please give me one more chance. I love you. I was unaware of my true feelings, and I never should have hurt you." He stood in Naomi's way, his gaze burning. "Naomi, give me another chance to win you back." Naomi frowned slightly. Staring directly into his eyes, she said, "Sorry, I won't." She rejected him decisively. "Why? I'm being sincere." Emotionally, he grabbed her by the arm. However, when he saw her frown, he quickly let go. "I'm sorry. I hurt you."

Six months into my grim bone cancer diagnosis, the doctor urged me to get hospitalized before it was too late. Broke and out of options, I dialed Morgan Kramer one final time. What answered me was her 100th rejection. Despairing, I gripped the diagnosis papers and shuffled alone to the crematorium. "Hi, I'd like to reserve a cremation slot ahead of time," I said to the clerk. He froze. "You're dealing with something heavy? Where is your family?"