Rejected Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

He rejected me without a second thought, treating me like I meant nothing. He broke me, ruined and damaged me beyond repair. What makes him think he can get me back after all that? Even though a part of me I couldn’t control might still be in love with him, I can’t give in fully to it. I can’t open my heart to him again because if I do, then I am only setting myself up for more heartache. Our love has turned to ash. He’d lost me forever. The sooner he realizes that, the better.

“Is that what you think I found on the other side of rejection? Because you are so far off base, if that’s what you think.” “It was better than being stuck with me, with who I was. I would have ruined you.” “You ruined me anyway.” She whispers, licking her lips and then trudging to the bed where she spins and drops onto her butt on her comforter. “You took everything from me when you rejected me. My future, my happiness, my innocence to heartache. I would have been better off with a broken man for a short time rather than a torn soul and tattered heart for a lifetime.”

I muster up the strength in me. It broke my heart while taking her rejection, but it was better to let go of that relation which is not meant to be mine. TBC

"Sophia, listen carefully. I don't have any feelings left for you. Not love, not even hatred. I just want to have my own life." She stared at me in disbelief, tears forming. "How is that possible? You used to love me so much. How can you not love me anymore?" Suddenly, her gaze fell on the gift box I was holding, and her expression darkened instantly. "You found someone new, didn't you? "That's why you're rejecting me. You threw away my gift, but you accepted someone else's gift?" Although it was merely a corporate gift from the company, I decided to play along. "Yes, I did. Will you leave now?"

If I’d been asked to imagine a million different ways that would have played out, him rejecting me would never have been one of them. I was crushed… devastated… shattered. Every single dream I’d had of being with him had been ripped apart to pieces. I staggered out of the building, blinded by my tears. SubhanAllah. All of a sudden, it was 2004 all over again. How could I have thought Jacobi would want a dirty and broken woman like me? I was no good for anyone, and the same way I had been rejected when I’d tried returning home to india, the same way my would-have-been suitor,had eventually rejected me, was the same way Jacobi had just rejected me. I was good for nothing. Good for nobody.

Kenan shook his head and then began to speak, "I didn't even come to her office and just told my assistant to get Andien to come to my office." "Andien is an ordinary employee and it makes no sense for you to give her the job directly. You're a seasoned businessman who should know what's reasonable or not," Mark said. Every sentence Mark said made Kenan even more frustrated. "What should I do?" "Right now you're approaching Andien out of revenge. Why don't you use your heart to attract Andien?" Mark suggested. "Heart?" Kenan laughed loudly. He might be able to use his heart for someone he loved, but until now he had never had anyone worth giving his heart to. Even making love with the woman

"Why haven't you told him?" "Because I don't know what happens after I do." The admission came out rawer than she meant it to. "Maybe he looks at me and sees the same weak girl he rejected, except now she's had the audacity to come back wearing a different name. Maybe the pack decides I lied my way into their territory under false pretenses, and Ironclaw's contract gets voided for fraud, and I've cost my commander a debt worth collecting over one selfish decision to walk through an old orchard instead of staying away from it." She looked up at him. "Or maybe he looks at me and it doesn't matter how strong I've become, because some wounds don't heal just because the person who caused them is

As if they'd never curled their sweat dampened bodies around each other, lost in their little bubble where the outside world couldn't pierce through. He did what had to be done, even though he hated himself. He'd earned a degree in the field of breaking hearts. He could blame his family for their breakup all he wants but it didn't change the fact he hurt her badly. After what he did to Gabrielle courtesy of his parent he never intended to see her. But there she was, standing two feet apart from him. He remembered the promises he made to her, he swore to protect her when the world wasn't in her Favour and he failed to do that. He didn't deserve to see her again, not now not ever.

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

“So are you. It’s why we burnt so brightly and why I nearly lost you forever.” The tension cracked, and a laugh, wet and bitter, escaped her throat. “Do you realise how exhausting it is, being with you?” “I do,” Ethan admitted, voice heavy. “But I also know it’s more exhausting living without you.” Her knees felt weak. For a moment, she let herself just look at him, at the man who had broken her heart and was now offering her the shards, willing to cut himself open if that’s what it took. Finally, she whispered, “Maybe, maybe we don’t have to go back to who we were.”