Rejection Book Tony Novels & Stories

-Colter- I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Her face…those eyes. I had to find her. I had to find out if it was really her. “We both know that it was. There was no mistaking that scent.” “I shouldn’t be still…her scent shouldn’t still be so…noticeable though…right? I rejected her. I…I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t still feel her like this…right? I did the rejection right…right?” “You did…we have never had to reject someone before, so to go by the book I can only assume that we have taken the right process in rejecting her.”

“The archives contain outdated nonsense. Ask the human social media platform. Ask their goggle. Go to the city if you must. I want books written by humans for humans.” Tony blinked. “How many?” “As many as necessary,” I said. “Preferably the ones that guarantee results.” His face twisted. “My prince… I don’t think any book can guarantee—” “Tony,” I said calmly. “If you don’t bring me those books within the hour, I will personally ship you to the demon dormitory and let them tutor you in fear.” He ran. Actually ran down the hallway like his soul was chasing him. I turned back toward the cafeteria windows where murmurs still swirled, gossip rippled, and Sammy paced like a wolf whose mate had j

He’s exactly the same as the May family! That was the reason why she did not want to treat Sean. Tony walked down the stairs and left the apartment. He then walked toward the Aston Martin that was parked by the road. The window of the backseat rolled down slowly as he approached the car. Sean’s well-defined side profile appeared, but his eyes looked pale. Tony leaned toward the car and sighed before saying, “Ms. May rejected us.” “I can offer her more things!” Sean’s said with his thin lips. “She can have whatever she wants as long as she agrees to treat me,” he spoke coldly.

“What kind of rejection are you talking about?” He sounded like he knew something I didn't. "Like..." I took a deep breath. "I, Sally Donne, refuse you, Ryan, to be my mate." That's easy. I think. This time, his eyes widened before they sparkled in such amusement. For a moment there, I saw how worried he looked. “Our rejection is far different from what is stated in human fiction books. But, similarly, you clearly state who you want to reject as you did just now, and then you cut your heart." He said simply.

“But now we have her, then we will.” For a heartbeat the whole room seemed to hold itself steady, as if it was listening. My chest lightened. A steady warmth spread through me which was not the shaky, hungry warmth of needing approval, but something private I hadn’t allowed myself in years, more like belonging. Tony, however, was not done. He tossed out another insult, “You both are simply delusional". He gestured through clenched teeth, trying to paint our plan as laughable and trying to make the audience side with him again. But his words had the wrong weight and they sounded frightened, not dangerous.

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Alexi POV As Alaia walked into the room, I sucked in a breath. I didn’t want to have to face her yet. It hurt when I rejected her, but it damn near killed me when she accepted it without even putting up a fight. I didn’t get a moment of sleep that night; I just sat up in bed, thinking over my decision to reject the Moon Goddess’s most perfect gift. “She deserves someone better,” I told myself over and over. I wasn’t a good guy, I was tainted, and Alaia didn’t need to deal with all of my conquests sending her evil looks or petty remarks.

One year was just long enough for a full-term pregnancy. Realizing this was like feeling a knife plunging into my heart. How else could she be so certain that Timothy's so-called illness would take just one year to recover from? There could only be one explanation. Noticing my silence, Beverly abruptly smiled and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around me and holding me so close that it felt like she wanted to fuse our bodies. "You're jealous again, aren't you? You're upset there's still one more year to wait, right? Rest assured that it'll only take one year at most. I'll marry you after that, and we can have a healthy baby together."

I had returned hoping for solace, for the comfort of family, but instead, I was met with rejection and a shattered sense of belonging. "I have no words," I finally managed to utter, my voice barely above a whisper. The tears streamed down my face, a reflection of the profound hurt and abandonment I felt at that moment. Tony's resolve remained unyielding as he instructed me to pack my things and leave. The darkness of the night added an eerie atmosphere to the unfolding scene, but his determination brooked no argument. "It's dark outside," I pleaded, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation. "Go now," Tony reiterated, his voice devoid of compassion. He turned away from me, wa

"Fine, you should be happy that Craig is leaving for good." "Leaving for good?" Roe asked him, Tony smiled. "Chat me, if you want details or if you want to be part of my plans." Roe sighed and walked passed Tony, he smiled. "I can't kill my blood but he will kill his brother, I am not the one doing all the bad stuff but his close blood." Tony Titter, the receptionist is looking at him. "Get back to work idiot." "Sorry, sir!" The receptionist said, Tony dart upstairs, Whitney and George are cooking, Cathy is lying on Flora's leg