Rejection Book Tony Novels & Stories

She pushed open the bedroom door and found him lying on the bed, seemingly oblivious to her presence as he tapped away on his phone, smiling to himself. “Tony, if I’ve done something to upset you, please tell me. I can’t stand this distance between us,” Liana pleaded, her voice raw with emotion. But Tony didn’t even look up, and his silence cut deeper than any words ever could. The rejection stung like a slap in the face. As Liana attempted to get closer to Tony, seeking some comfort or explanation, he shoved her away with a violence that shocked her to her core. “Can’t you see that I don’t want you near me?” he snapped, his voice dripping with venom. “What is wrong with you?”

But actually standing here right now does make me feel a little nauseous. “He’s going to kill us. We’re so dead. You’re all insane! Do you really want him to chop our heads off? Maybe not yours, Amelia. As you’re his mate, but for sure our four heads will be chopped off and rolls the streets or will be put on a stake or something, just like Geoffrey did with his enemies in Game of Thrones. I’d rather keep my head. I’m very fond of it staying right where it is. You can’t do this shit. Why on earth would you want to do this? And why on earth do you so obviously want me dead? I mean, I get it, I screwed up big time. But I don’t deserve to die for it. Please, can we just turn around again,” Tony

"Mind your own business, brat." The waitress looked terrified and stumbled away. She turned my way, her tone casual, like we were catching up. "By the way, we no longer employ the lawyer who processed your paperwork. "He had the nerve to go against the family and secretly prepare your divorce documents. Rocco personally kicked him out of the city. "Do you see how worthless you are? You just keep dragging others down for no reason. Everyone in the Falcone family sees you as an ungrateful traitor." Hearing that, I felt my whole world crumbling. Even someone who tried to help me suffered because of me. I was nothing but bad luck to anybody near me.

My father felt the same way and he told me about stories he had heard about Alpha Nate. “Rumors!” I gasped angrily. “They’re nothing but lies and rumors, father. He’s a nice man. I can assure you.” Despite my best efforts, my parents stuck to their doubts about him. I turned to the only person I could talk to about what I was going through—Tonya. She seemed excited to hear about my feelings for Alpha Nate and she urged me to pursue them. She reminded me that there was nothing more important than true love. “You’re right,” I said, nodding.

“I, Sophie Zenith, Queen of Werewolves, Luna of Sol Pack, reject King Zachary Sol as my King, My Alpha, and My Mate.” Dad screams again in pain, but Sophie’s stops as she clings to Tony. “I love you,” I hear Tony say, holding his mate. “I’m sorry to break this promise. I am so sorry.” Sophie looks up at him with tears streaming down her face. “He is rejected and broken. Don’t kill him, please don’t kill him,” Sophie begs. “Zach, accept the rejections, please. Just retire. Please don’t fight Tony.” Dad sits up holding his neck,

Maybe if I delayed Tony would change his mind, but from what I could see he had already moved on, with Janet of all people! He was sending her gifts and meeting her in her office. Janet claimed she rejected the gifts, and met him to only talk business, that she hated him and wanted nothing to do with him, but I could see through her. She wanted Tony back and to prove it, she’d wasted no time in breaking up with Kevin.

I said, “is precisely why he is worth my attention.” Tony took a breath that sounded like a dying goat. “I… I see.” “No,” I said. “You clearly don’t. But that is irrelevant. What matters is this.” I straightened my coat, smoothed my hair back, and let a slow smile stretch across my face. “Get me books.” “Books… on what, exactly?” he asked warily. “Books on how to woo humans,” I said. Tony froze. Absolutely froze. “As in… dating advice books?”

"He’s in bad shape. And the worst part is, it looks like he’s heading straight for disaster." I told Rebecca about the phone call and the mention of Tony—how it usually ended. She listened closely, her full attention on me. "And you're afraid he’s going to get himself into trouble?" "Exactly. Anton is... complicated. He doesn’t handle rejection or failure well. His go-to solution is usually a party, alcohol, and women." Rebecca looked at me thoughtfully before speaking. "Maybe he just needs someone to really listen. To help him understand he’s not alone."

Then he side-stepped Tony and retreated from the kitchen, without a backward glance to spare. "M'sorry Dill, really!" Tony called to him as he crossed over the threshold of the bathroom doorway. Dillon pretended not to hear him as he flung the door shut a little bit harder than necessary. His rejection had sobered Dillon up a bit, the bastard. For reasons unbeknownst to even himself, he felt tears of frustration form. What right did he have to be frustrated or hurt from rejection? Hadn't he just told Tony that he wasn't ready to please him yet? All the guy had done was try to be faithful to and uphold Dillon's wishes. Still though, even with all that factored in, he was still frustrated and

I take another long swig of my drink downing the rest of the glass’s contents before I slam it down on the bar and add, “And the jackass refuses to answer my calls and they go straight to voicemail.” Tonya at that point grabbed another glass setting it beside mine and poured both completely full, before taking the one in her own hand and downing it. It was clear that this wasn’t just bothering me, but her too. I knew now for awhile that Tonya had a thing for Bishop but he was so blind to see that she was interested in him.