Rejected Broken And Forgotten Novels & Stories

that was what he said before walking away. I could only scoff miserably – these things cost me a lot. “All these pheromone inhibitors – I could’ve survived for the next month or so.” They had messed with the magical pocket Master gave to me, shook it a little and all the pheromone inhibitors came crashing down. All my other stuff are wet too… I couldn’t even bring myself to cry, I was simply numb inside – this felt like mere child-play compared to everything I’ve gone through. However, I can’t help but feel pity for them.

Shikoba’s AI voice asked as she focused on me. “You bet.” I smiled. “So here’s the deal. You’re Rohan’s second chance mate. That means before knowing you, he had another mate. A total dickweed from a pack in Paris. The jerk rejected Rohan because he didn’t want people to know he liked men.” I rolled my eyes. Shikoba frowned and quickly typed her reply. “What happens when someone is rejected by their mate?” “You know how people say they were heartbroken and yadda after a breakup?” Jonathan interjected. Shikoba nodded.

Too late. I let it drop. Plunk. The symbol of the Whitestone family's power, the heirloom that held ten years of our youth, fell into the dark, filthy sewer and was swallowed by the sludge. Gavin threw himself against the windowsill, half his body hanging out, his hand grasping at empty air, a desperate, choking sound in his throat. I looked down at him, my eyes colder than ice. "Gavin, some things, once broken, stay broken. Even if you glue them back together with gold, they're still broken."

Welcome to the land where you left a lot of memories. The scenario when I left this country on the same airport suddenly flashed to my mind. It was still fresh as if it just happened yesterday. I left the place with a six-week old innocent baby inside me. I was afraid at that time, so cowardly and weak. I broke my sim cards, deactivated my accounts and hid all of my cards especially my credit and debit cards for them not to locate me. I remembered that I was sitting on a cold steel bench while trembling and crying, almost fainting as I felt so helpless. My mind was chaotic and dry as I can't think of what to do rather than to escape, to run away, and hide because I was afraid that what Celes

It could really be a good idea for two mates who want to depart forever, but the implication was that the rejector would go insane after two weeks. All this was what my grandmother had told me one night under the full moon, and I could vividly remember how I resisted such a fate for myself. I was that girl who admired mates and how they paired, fell deeply in love with each other and bore kids. I wish that for myself every single moment of my life. What the hell is happening to me now? Like, is all this for real? My mate is performing that same ritual to detach me from him. "I, Jace Crown, reject you, Bella Hawkins, as my....

The mere memory of it made my stomach turn…the humiliation and the embarrassment of being rejected. I had fully moved on from my dramatic, broken past. The wound Marcus had inflicted had healed into scars. I wasn’t the weak girl he left behind.

"Except I know what it looks like when someone's trying to drink themselves to death." A bitter sound left my throat. "Is it that obvious?" "Yes." "What are you drinking to forget?" I leaned closer to him because apparently the alcohol was making me brave. He was quiet for a long moment. "A betrayal." "Welcome to the club," I muttered. "You?" "Rejection," I slurred. "Mate bond rejection." His grip on me has loosened and I was staggering away. "Woah, easy," he dragged me back to him. "Your mate rejected you?"

Our friendship isn’t perfect, but it’s strong. That’s why my falling for the woman he married is horrible. It’s like I’m betraying our brotherhood. These feelings are disgusting, and I wish I could get rid of them. Maybe then I wouldn’t be so burdened and so distant. I would be able to be around Isabella without the fake smiles or anything like that. The ringing wouldn’t stop. You’d think after ignoring it, the person on the other end would get the message. I decided to just end the call myself, but the universe was clearly laughing at me because the caller ID almost sent me into early cardiac arrest.

As I no longer loved her, her apologies meant nothing to me. Sitting on the floor, I only had one thing on my mind. It was time for me to cross over. In my next life, I hoped to live as a mindless single-celled organism. Helen patted Jean on the shoulder. “Tanner has your heart, so it makes sense that you’re in denial now.” Jean snapped her head up. “But Tanner gave me his kidney. He loves and cares about me.” Helen gave Jean a look as if she were an idiot.

"Bullshit! I don't believe you. You can't just forget seven years like they meant nothing!" Startled, I tightened my grip on my phone. When I was flipping through earlier, I saw an old diary entry. I wrote, "I will never like Caleb again!" I had no idea what I'd gone through back then to write something like that. Perhaps it was my way of ending seven years of feelings, and as a warning to my future self. I still insisted I didn't know or remember him. Caleb completely lost it. He shoved the door hard with a loud thud. It slammed into the wall before bouncing back.