Rejected, But Not Broken By Katvonbeck Novels & Stories

The truth stabs deep, cold and unrelenting, as she takes in the sight before her. The tears she had fought to hold back finally slip down her cheeks, a silent testament to the pain clawing at her heart. A numbing sensation spreads through her body, freezing her in place, rooting her to the spot as if trapped in a twisted nightmare. She can’t look away from him, even as he breaks away from the kiss. Even as he turns, flashing that same smile, the same charm, towards others, never sparing her a second glance. Her lips tremble against the gag, a choked sob desperate to break free. Her mate… has just rejected her. Silently. Openly. Unforgivably.

I add hashtags. #JusticeForFatFolks #FakePhilanthropist #RomanRogrigeuzExposed My phone buzzes, comments pour in. Some supportive, some angry. My rage subsides slightly. I create another video. "Exposing Roman's shallow endorsement deal" This one's more scathing My words cut deep. Roman's face appears in my mind, full of regret for underestimating me. In fiery defiance the videos go viral. My phone explodes with notifications overwhelm me. An unimaginable feeling of ecstasy overwhelms me. I smile pleased, satisfied. Roman will regret underestimating me. #####################

He wanted to know. "I have my beliefs," she started, "one of them being that no one gets a second chance." And in reality, why would I give my partner a second chance in the first place? He cheated, and that means he will still do that. My mom always said, "A habit is a disease." She courted, paused, and continued, "Anyway, the real reason why I would just walk away from that relationship is because I am tired of heartbreaks." And when I say heartbreaks, I don't mean relationship heartbreaks but rather life heartbreaks. I am so broken that I wouldn't want to get myself into something unworthy. Trust me, Jas, I always lose interest in everything but manage to recollect myself. I am so sure th

And in the crackling of the firelight, with the storm howling outside, one question seared in my breast, louder than any thunder: If he really didn't want me... Why did it seem like his rejection was the most deadly type of want? "Why did his rejection hurt more than Andrew's betrayal?"

Wyatt’s POV I sat at my desk that afternoon waiting for the email from Monochrome. Minutes later, a message popped up in my inbox. The subject line was empty, just her company name in the sender field. I clicked it open. “Monochrome will not be proceeding with this proposal.” That was it, clean and short. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen. No explanation for the rejection, no apology and no invite to revisit conversation later. It had Avery’s handwriting written all over it and I exhaled quietly.

“Yeah…” I nod. “Mine rejected me,” I tell him. He looks surprised. “Mine did too.” “We’re wolfless. I guess it was bound to happen. But fuck ’em. We don’t need them.” He smiles, relaxing and leaning against the wall. “Yeah. I think I hate her at this point. She rejected me again last night.” “You haven’t accepted it?” “No. I’m dreading what I’ll be feeling.” I give a slow, understanding nod. “Yeah. It broke me at first. I spent weeks in bed wanting to just stop existing. And I didn’t even know the guy. It feels like… a part of you is shattered into tiny little pieces. It’s not fun.”