Rejected Love Novels & Stories

“I don’t understand. I can give you even more money than what I offered, so why do you still reject me?” “Because I don’t love you.” “Then, who do you love? Adam Renae? Or Kieran Abner?”

No matter what he was up to, he always found time to tell her how much he loved her only to have his feelings being so ruthlessly rejected. It was not easy for him to live that kind of rejection every day but he had vowed to himself he would not stop until he got his love. Ever since that famous birthday episode, he had never dared confront Rhea about his real feelings a second time fearing that he might goof up once again. It was hard enough to have his feelings being dismissed so easily.

I glance at him in shock and he has a big smile plastered on his face. "I mean if he had accepted you then I would have never met you, Moon, it is sort of a win for me." Liam says. I scoff and shake my head at him but at the same time, I can not help but smile. Throughout my years of living, I have never felt loved before, Aiden's rejection made me feel worse and it made me believe that I could never be loved but hearing Liam talk today, makes me feel happy. I think I might be able to give love another chance.

she asked, her eyes pleading with me as if her whole future hinged on my response. I took a deep breath, wanting to help her. “Here’s the thing, rejection is really painful. It was so bad, I couldn’t even get out of bed for a long time. I basically lost my will to live. But don’t stay with him because of that. Being mates is permanent. There’s no divorce. Once the two of you mark each other, that’s it. You’ll both be bound for life, and there’s no way to remove a mark as far as I know.”

Felicity thought about it and mumbled, "Well... Is there anyone who wouldn't accept you with that thick skin of yours?" "You're really misunderstanding me. Love is a two-way street. If I pursue someone and they say no, then it's done. I won't continue to pursue them." Felicity suddenly recalled Vermont's confession to her. After being rejected, he immediately distanced himself from her. She then felt a pang of heartache. "Is your affection really that shallow? You confess once, get rejected, and give up?" she asked.

Michelle’s POV Three Years Later It was around 4:30 p.m. I was rounding up for the day at my new company when my phone beeped. I’m outside — Leo. I smiled at the screen, grabbed my bag, and waved everyone goodnight. There he was, waiting for me, looking effortlessly handsome, his soft brown eyes found me quickly as he leaned casually against his black Benz. “I’ve missed you,” he said as I got close. He wrapped his arms gently around my waist and we kissed

She had given up the opportunity to study abroad for him, even rejecting offers from several large medical institutions to stay there and be a small-town doctor. How could someone who loved him so much ever leave? Clutching the dress Mabel hadn't worn, Lennon sat on the couch the entire day, lost in thought, until Jessie finally came back. "Lennon, everyone was talking about me after you left. You weren't there to support me at all," Jessie whined, clinging to his arm. "I told my dad that you'll come with me to visit him in two days. And for our honeymoon, let's go to Sundara, or Luminara, or maybe—"

He wipes the stray tears with his thumbs. “River, I want you more than anything in this world. But I’m not going to make love to you for your first time against the bedroom wall. Your first time should be as special as you. A night you won’t ever forget. Our first time making love is going to be so romantic.” He says with a small smile. “Don’t ever worry that pretty, big brain of yours, thinking I don’t want you. Because I definitely do.” He says while kissing me. I sigh into him and I feel instantly relieved. I can’t believe I actually had a meltdown. “Okay” I blow out on a breath, “do you want to forget this whole meltdown of mine happened, and go have the BEST date ever or what?” I say wi

“I’m not that girl anymore. I don’t need you to love me to know that I’m worth something. It’s too late, Adrian. All of this—us—it’s already finished.” *** Adrian watched her hand drop from her face. The distance between them feeling like a chasm he could never bridge. He stayed exactly where he was. The rejection didn't feel like a sharp cut; it felt like a slow, crushing weight on his lungs. For a man who had spent his life winning, the finality in her voice was a sensation he didn't know how to process.

“You’re just a lowly assistant, Levia. Don’t interfere, or you’ll join your employer as unemployed by tomorrow morning.” I placed my hand on Levia’s shoulder, signaling her to stop. Arguing with a man who had lost his conscience was the most pointless thing I could do. I looked at Bastian one last time that afternoon. There was no trace of affection left in his eyes—only irritation at my presence. “That’s enough, Levia. Let’s go,” I said softly. My heart felt like it was shattering all over again after hearing his words, but there was no point arguing. Every word that came out of his mouth was poison, slowly killing whatever love I had left for him.