Rejected Candy Novels & Stories

Then, while handing it to Grace, he said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have judged you so quickly. I admit that I wasn't careful enough." Grace glanced at him with a piercing look. "I don't want to give dirty candy to other people." "But it's clean, and Summer doesn't mind," Freddy raised an eyebrow and held the candy closer. Grace looked away. "Keep it for yourself. It fits your dirty prejudice. If you don't want it, just throw it away." Seeing Grace pout, Summer giggled. "Uncle Fred, please hand me the candy. It's too pretty to throw away. I'll save it for tomorrow's lunch."

Instead, she sought additional professional guidance from Hanley. Feeling apologetic, Candice remarked, "You're already busy with work, and now, I'm burdening you with additional lessons." Hanley glanced at her and produced a box of salty crackers from somewhere. He extended it to Candice. He cast her a gentle gaze and spoke in a deep, soothing tone, "A client sent these. His wife made them herself without any harmful additives. They should help alleviate your discomfort." Candice felt a surge of emotion in her heart as she gazed at the package of salty crackers.

She didn’t know what she was supposed to feel about the news but one important lesson she had learned from life is to never be hasty to make decisions or jump to conclusions so, she waited to hear what else Damon had to say. “I, Damon Harrighton reject the will of the moon goddess and reject you, Ava Sterling as my mate and Luna of Moonwood Pack” Tears wailed up Ava’s eye did he just bring up here to shamefully reject her, she was used to being treated badly but this was different she just got rejected by her mate, she knew he didn’t like her particularly but what did she do to him to make him treat her such manner.

It turned into a beautiful family reunion. Then, just two days before the wedding, a delivery man showed up with a stack of letters and parcels. Most of them were in my name, so I sat down to sort through them. But the very last envelope caught my eye. It had a clear message written on it: “Message from Chris.”

I finally said, giving her a small smile as she stood up and brought me the pill. After taking the pill the rejection pain I was experiencing before vanished and I felt light. Ever since that night, I never suffered that piercing pain again but the guilt was still there. The guilt of rejecting my mate! But I didn't regret it. It was the right thing to do, for her sake. I hadn't told Bryson anything about this. Stella was the only one who knew about her and the fact that I already rejected her. I was dismissed from my thoughts when a boy with dirty blonde hair and sparkling green eyes walked into my room.

"From my pack." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Your pack?" he repeated. "You mean there are more of you?" I nodded. "Yes. I was...I was their mate. But they rejected me." Lucas frowned. "Rejected you?" he said, his voice softening. "What do you mean?" I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "They...they didn't want me. I wasn't good enough for them." Lucas didn't say anything for a long moment, but I could feel his eyes on me. "I'm sorry," he said finally. "That must have been hard."

Joe snarled at him. Jake was calm. He didn't want to chat about rejecting her but the fact that Joe had mentioned how hurt she would be after the rejection, he felt dreary. He had broken down after the rejection and he wondered how the weak girl could have coped. He felt guilty for some reason. Yet, he had no choice, he wasn't going to accept a slave as his mate. He finally spoke up, "I pleaded three days from my father for her to return the Jewelry. She needs to wake up as soon as possible."

Blake seems to be knowing too much. "It's none of your business," I retorted, trying to hide the surprise in my voice. Blake moved closer to me and whispered in my ear, "It seems like you enjoyed being used and dumped, that's because you trust easily. But trust me, being dumped like trash will be worse than being a rejected mate." I slapped Blake, and felt my anger start to rise, but I managed to control it. "Whatever happens in my life is none of your business," I said, gritting my teeth. "You were the one who turned me into a rejected mate, so you should stop bugging me."

He said in a pained voice, "Aunt Rachel, please have some chips." Rachel was confused. "Thank you!" After a while, Vincent stuffed a bottle of Coke into Rachel's hand. His voice was tearful this time as he said, "Aunt Rachel, this is my prized Coke from '82. For you!" Rachel was left in awestruck silence, wondering whether a bottle of Coke from that long ago was still safe to consume. Rachel was reluctant to accept it, laughing awkwardly. "Vincent, these are your most precious snacks, right? Why are you giving them all to me?"

That's good because the last thing I want is for him to have a glance at my glowing eyes. His rejection shattered my heart into small pieces. My mate rejected me! I held both my knees and buried my face while crying my heart out. Why am I so unlucky in life? My mate just rejected me and I couldn't have a mate again. How cruel can he be? I feel so useless now. I balled my fist, then stood up with tears that blurred my vision and ran towards the barn while sobbing and slamming the door when I got inside. Layla startled and yelped.