Rejected, my jaded love Novels & Stories

I've been rejected again! I looked down at her as her hands caressed my face sending waves of electricity down my spine. She wiped the tears that were already spilling. Damn! I'm crying because of a girl. Love sure sucks but unrequited love sucks more! "Jade," She called "I love you and that's why it breaks me so much that I'm the reason you are going through this and I'm so sorry about that." She looked at me with eyes full of sincerity.

she declared in anger. "Reject?" I whispered, knowing she was only joking, but still chewing over the words. "What's the difference between my life today and that after rejecting?" I thought to myself. A bittersweet feeling swelled within me, and I lifted my head, trying to hide the tears. "Hey honey. Come on, you look quite unsightly with that sad face. Don't hesitate to tell me when you need me. You know I'll always be here with you," Novia said.

How could my light decide to leave me in the dark? "I, Alpha Jared of the Jade Pack, reject you as my mate!" His words felt like thousands of nails being pierced into my heart. How could I be so unfortunate? I looked at him as he waited for me to do the same and set him free from our bond. I got up on my feet and said, "I hate you!"

I mumbled. Stephen opened his eyes to look at me. "Jared, what is love?" He asked. The rims of his eyes were a little red. I was taken aback. Love... I pulled on the bracelet on my wrist as I thought deeply. Love... It was one of the simplest words in my mind yet, the heaviest to understand. "To me, love is painful yet sweet. Love is when you stand tall even when everything seems to break down... no, love shouldn't hurt that hard." I bit my lower lip.

“I’ve seen how he watches you, Jade. He cares for you. I think he loves you. It’s just that maybe he hasn’t figured that out himself.” “So, perhaps we make him figure it out,” Shane said in that typically confident way of hers. “Like I said,” Anthony added. “It’s time to do something drastic. Go big or go home, Jee.” “I…I’m not sure,” Jade swallowed the thick lump that had formed in her throat. “I love him…so much. But he’s rejected me twice now. I doubt I’ll survive a third rejection from him.” Jule spoke up, “I’ve told you before also, my dear girl, only you can decide if he’s worth fighting for.”

He is a victim like me. “He rejected her an hour ago. She accepted. Her last act of love. He is free,” Jared tells me as if he can read my mind. I nod.

“I’m alive?” “Unfortunately,” Grace smirked. A long pause. Then Jade whispered, “Do you love him?” Grace met her eyes. “I loved him when I thought you died. I still do. But that doesn’t mean I stopped loving you.” Tears slipped down Jade’s cheeks. “Then I guess we’re even.” “No,” Grace whispered, brushing her fingers against Jade’s. “We’re just beginning again.”

"Jennifer, I don't ask for forgiveness. I only ask that you curse the rest of my life with everything you have. That is the only path of redemption left to me." I looked at those eyes that were once filled with disdain for me. They were now completely empty. I watched him fall from great heights and imprison himself in an eternal purgatory of regret. Oddly enough, the final bit of obsession in my heart scattered with the wind. I didn't feel satisfied or sorrowful. There was only a sense of calm. I returned to the lakeside and to my own grave. At that moment, the force binding me began to loosen. I looked down. My soul, like morning mist, grew translucent beneath the moonlight.

“I’m feeling really inadequate right now. It’s a good thing you knew I loved you before I found all this out. Otherwise, I’d feel like a gold digger.” He took my hand and pulled me to his chest. “Hey, you can never be inadequate. Don’t ever say that.” “I’m a college sophomore with student loan debt, a tiny apartment, and a crappy waitressing job. It doesn’t really compare.” “And I’m in love with you, not the things you have or the positions you hold. Now put your stuff away while I go get your bath ready.” This had been one of the strangest, most eye-opening days of my life. I was more than ready to wash it all off and start fresh.

"Lost in your drama? Drop the sob story." Grief overflowed, and my vision swam. "Wish it was fiction." I yanked the suitcase back and bolted. Her taunt echoed. "Stay gone since you're so tough! We'll pretend you're six feet under!" I paused, wiping my tears. As they wished, I would die out there.