Rejected Lost And Found Novels & Stories

He was trying to protect me. “Your great-grandfather issued an order that the books had to be destroyed. We found out too late that a beast spy had them removed, but by then it was too late to do much about it. We tried to get them back once or twice but the loss of life wasn’t worth it.” He shrugged and poured himself a goblet of the thick red liquid that was available in every room. “Your great-grandfather made a lot of mistakes and your grandfather followed in his footsteps. I had hoped I could convince him to change, but you know what happened.” He sat down across from me.

“Let go.” She didn’t let go and didn’t move again. A silent tug-of-war ensued until the bag ripped apart and items fell to the ground. He let the bag go and crouched, snatching the jacket and hat, sniffing whatever he could. No blood. Something crinkled underneath, so he shook it hard until more items fell out, and he could only stare in disbelief. “Food.” Cupcakes, dried fruits, cans of soda, and rice. Nothing else. “You are taking food from them. You didn’t attack anyone.”

I enjoyed hearing sounds from him, they made me really excited. He trailed his finger on my spinal cord and I squirmed and quivered. "We both forgot to wear our bangles like we had discussed earlier" Alpha Trent noted. I checked my wrist and I actually forgot it but it was no big deal. "It's no big deal, being together is the best thing ever and there is no need to be wistful over trivial things" I replied and kissed his chest. "I was supposed to discuss with elders later today but because my supposed health they suspended it, I would like to tell them that I have found my mate and their Luna"

he warned, his face etched with concern. "What can I possibly do? I need to leave this realm to reunite with Edward," I confessed, tightly clutching his hand. "Who is Edward? Is he the one you wish to be with?" Cassimir asked a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. "Yes, he's my second chance mate. My first mate rejected me, deeming me 'worthless trash' within our pack. I was adopted and now find myself an orphan," I admitted, the bitter memories resurfacing.

He said to her, with his hands on her hair, she placed her head on his laps. "With the help of Hudson, the lost Contract was restored back to me. " He said with smiley face. "The lost contract." She asked. "Yes, it wasn't finalized with the company it was supposed to be awarded to. Just this morning, Hudson went for it when he heard about it not finally being given to them; he gave more detail and assured them how competent he is and will have the contract done effectively. and with that, it was awarded to our company." He explains.

Yes, all men are trash can't even control themselves when dinner is a few minutes late. And now I have to see the biggest one of them again to get my rejection. Maybe I can get a few more day of being carefree? Oh I do one last Harry Potter weekend! Yes, silver lining about not being rejected flat out is I get some time to do something for me. While I am thing about that, that's when a scent hint me in the gut. Cypress and pine. I freeze. "Hello Renee."

Rejection did that to a wolf. He wasn’t an alpha. He had never held rank or authority over me. But when he stood in front of the pack and rejected the bond, no one stopped him. No one corrected him. The Alpha had watched in silence, and that silence had been louder than any declaration. After that, my world shrank. I moved back into my mother’s home. Lost my standing. Lost the certainty that had once come with belonging. A rejected mate was expected to endure quietly, to heal privately, to accept what had been taken and move on. I had tried. Gods knew I had tried. The healer, Mara, entered the room without ceremony, a tablet tucked beneath her arm. She had delivered most of the pack and stit

“And when you are done, report to my office.” With my backpack still covering my ass I found my way to the lost and found room. There were a lot of lost clothes arranged there. I'm sure nobody wants to make use of them again, they all had a musky odour and I nearly choked Dust clogged my nostrils as I tried to find the right pants to put on. I finally saw track pants that didn't look so bad. The smell was not too offensive, a little bit of breeze and the smell would wear off

I hurry back to the shelf. My hands reach for the same folder, but my fingers touch empty space. I blink. "What?" I check the label. It’s the same shelf and the same section, but the folder is gone. "No." I search the boxes above it. Nothing. Below it. Nothing. I pull out every folder nearby. Volunteer reports. Meeting notes. Old newsletters. But the one containing Carlos's and Jayden's names has disappeared. I search faster now. Every shelf. Every stack. Every box.

She kept waiting to feel like a stranger in that truck and it kept not happening, and she didn't know what to do about that either. The place was a feed mill on a service road with no name. Nothing about it looked like anything. Grey buildings. A silo. A chain fence with a sagging gate. Sodium lights buzzing over a yard with two vans and a flatbed in it, and a sign for a company that hadn't existed since 2011. It looked like the fifty other dead industrial lots between here and Portland. Maya sat in the dark truck with her heart in her throat and understood exactly why nobody had ever found these people.