Rejected Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

Brake was sincere. After the night Brake rejected me and accepted the rejection, I tried to forget everything about him but he came back again and I accepted him, yet again he broke my heart that day I felt everything was against me, and even after rejection, it still hurt. My mate didn't love me and he didn't want me anymore. And Bellini came, but he found his mate as well showing me the door. Throwing me into that same line of pain. I was broken emotionally and physically.

John Green had said it right . She gasped for air for a while and tried hard to control . But then she caved in . She started crying her eyes out . Never did she think in her wildest dreams that stuff like betrayal and heartbreak would happen to her . With a heavy heart she started to ponder, "Where did I go wrong . Where did I lack?" They both were students of graphic design at the University of Cincinnati, just that he was one year senior . They met each other at a technology conclave arranged at their University . Then one

He must have really loved her—or him—so much that even advances from someone such as myself got a lukewarm reception. I had nearly resigned myself to the fact that I had to heal his heart first before taking it for myself. And as my character Crimson (in the movie The Daydream) once said, “Being a rebound girlfriend is like holding a sharp knife by the blade. You have to be gentle and mindful, because if you apply too much pressure, it’ll cut you, too.” I was so relieved, in fact, that I nearly laughed out loud. Jester wasn’t rejecting me because he didn’t like me. And neither was it because he was suffering from a broken heart. He rejected me because he thought I was a spy from some murdero

But then my mind screamed, a final, desperate alarm. I shoved him away. My hands flat against his chest, pushing with all the strength I had left. “Don’t, Jax,” I said, my voice trembling but clear. He stumbled back a step, looking genuinely shocked, as if he couldn’t believe I’d refused him. “Everything is over,” I said, my voice gaining a sliver of strength from the sheer force of my conviction. “You ended it. You took everything that was good and you… you smashed it. You hurt me. You have no idea how much.” I pressed a hand to my chest, right over my aching heart. “Seeing you… it just makes it hurt more. It reminds me of what you threw away.”

“I… I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry. It’s… just a sore subject right now.” “You’re in love,” he said lightly. “With someone else.” I didn’t answer him. “There… are people who make that decision. To refuse the call,” he said lightly. “And they tend to be miserable. Even when they call it quits and try to accept it, they tend to have ruined it irrevocably… Your heart may forgive, but the wolf in you will never forget that you were rejected.” His voice sounded pained, heavy with grief and regret. “You… sound like you have experience… Are you sure that it’s me?”

I reject you, Henry Slater, and I wish to not have anything to do with you ever again! His eyes widen with shock and horror and I smirk despite his warm palm covering my mouth. ‘I reject you! I reject you! As many times as you want me to!’ It blares throughout the pack link and gasps of shock go off all around us as I yank his hand away. “I refute this claim…I do not want to be your mate nor have you as mine. This is goodbye, Henry Slater, and I hope to never see you again”. But why is my heart breaking? Why am I crying so much on the inside?

The blood was a tangible manifestation of my broken heart, a testament to the years of unrequited love that had finally reached their devastating conclusion. I stumbled out of the penthouse and into the relative anonymity of the city. I needed to go somewhere, anywhere, to escape the suffocating weight of his rejection. I hopped into my car, the familiar scent of leather and pine tree air freshener doing little to soothe the raw ache in my chest. As I drove, the tears continued to flow, blurring my vision. Almost a decade of friendship, built on shared experiences, inside jokes, and unwavering support, shattered in a single, ill-fated night.

1 year ago Dear, Diary I just got rejected from Xander....of course, why would he even like a girl like me, I'm ugly and a nerd but, why me? Is it because of my glasses, braces, hair, or... Just - JUST WHAT IS IT? I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, I'M JUST SO PISSED AT HIM! And to add to that, one of his minions even poured a whole can of Coke Cola on my HEAD! Oh, and do you know what his reason was... because his standards are too high to have a girl like ME? And to make it even worse, the fucking principal called me and that bitch to go to the principal's office to tell me the greatest news in the world, right? Just to fucking say, that Arrogant ass and I are going to the same fucking college universi

The days she…. “Dude, dude,” Brian’s voice drags him back to reality. “Dude, you are drifting off again!” He rubs his face with his palm and sighs dejectedly. “Sorry, man,” he apologizes. “Malcolm, I know you don’t like hearing this but I’m your best friend and I have to tell you the truth. Dude, you’ve got to move on. Yvette is gone and she is never coming back.” “I’ve moved on,” Malcolm says to him.

The girl opened her eyes slightly and with that, I did what I thought was right at that time. "I, Kane Wilson, reject you as my mate!" I said, with all the strength I could have mustered in my miserable state of emotions and with that, I left her there, feeling extreme pain in my heart. But I pushed that pain aside and ran from there at my ultimate inhuman speed. Away from her! Still feeling the Rejection Pain. *~*~*~*~*~*~*