Rejected Novels & Stories

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

Elara Hart is the Infernal Pack’s omega, the girl everyone pushes around and the laughingstock of a pack that has never shown her an ounce of respect. For years, she has been hopelessly in love with Kevin Blackwood, the District Alpha’s son and the boy she’s given her all since childhood.On the night of Kevin’s initiation as the new District Alpha, Elara expects her life to finally change. Instead, it shatters.Standing before the entire pack, Kevin announces Mira Clark as his mate. As cameras flash and laughter erupts around her, Elara watches the last pieces of her dignity crumble. Humiliated, rejected, and betrayed, she finally realizes a painful truth:She h

I gave him a sad smile hoping he wouldn't be upset. "Sheesh, here I was trying to approach you and find a way to tell you I just wanted to be friends too. The reason for it is I have been feeling a slight pull to someone but I don't know if it's there because we haven't completed the rejection," he replied while rubbing the back of his neck. Without hesitation, " I, Lilith Conner, of the Silver Moon Pack accept your rejection, Silas Morgan, as my mate."

I just could not take this rejection. “What are you saying, baby. Have I ever been a bad mother to you? I have always taken good care of you all this while. So how can you say I am bad to you, darling? All this hurts mummy so much.” I say to her. My eyes had already started to tear up. “Laura, for now, go home with mummy ok?, I have to go to work now. I will come for you in the morning.” Felix says to her. “Ok.” She says back.

I complained. "Then why did you say yes?" Jackal demanded. I looked at him with confusion. "I couldn't think of a good excuse!" I snapped. "You could have just fucking said no." Wolf thundered. I shook my head, "That would have just made it worse. He would never give up then." "Do you really think that he's going to give up now?" Don asked and I shrugged. "Maybe I'll just get sick this weekend..." I began. "Is that what you're planning for the dance too? Don't even try it. We're going. Together." Wolf snarled and I exchanged a look with Cassy. Crap. There was no getting out of the dance now.

He only looked at Maya. Not blinking. Not hiding. Just watching her crumble. My hand tightened under the table. I wanted to cross the room and break his stare. But anger wouldn’t protect her. Winning would. The judge asked if the defense had anything to say. Zane rose slowly. “No objection,” he said, voice calm. Too calm. His eyes never left Maya. The judge dismissed the room for recess. Chairs scraped. Papers shuffled. I turned to Maya. “You don’t have to stay for the next part. I’ll take you home.”

I stated between breaths. Jarren sat on the bed, placing his hand on my stomach. “I agree.” He began to rub slow circles. “Forgive me?” I scoffed. “You haven’t apologized for anything yet.” He sighed. “I apologize for getting so upset that you invited Aaden to the house. My ego was wounded, and I took it out on you. I will not apologize for not inviting him to our wedding.” “Jarren.” “I could say it if it would make you feel better, but I wouldn’t mean it.”

He nods and leaves. I instantly feel a weight lift from my chest. Jack's POV: She rejected me. She rejected me. Who the hell does she think she is? She expects me to appease every single need she has? How selfish and just plain inconsiderate--I'm done with her. I'm done. I walk into my house, and dad's cooking spaghetti--my favorite. At least it will make up for this pitiful day. "Hey, dad", I greet him, "How was your day?".

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