Rejection Novel Novels & Stories

For a while, I just sit there, breathing, dripping, letting the silence wrap around me like the cloak on my shoulders. I think I’m afraid to cry. Because if I start… I might not stop. He rejected you. The words circle like crows in my head. No matter how I try to push them away, they keep coming back. Sharp and cruel and final. Aiden rejected me. My mate. My fated one. He looked me in the eye and threw it all away like it meant nothing. Like I mean nothing. Tears sting at the backs of my eyes, but I blink them away. I don’t want to sob here like some broken girl in a dress that’s barely holding together, hiding in the woods with blood drying on her skin and a stranger’s voice echoing in her

“I don’t want to talk about it. Just know when I find her, she will never leave me again.” “Find her?” A wave of relief flood Anthony, he doesn’t know she is here. “I thought she died or something. Now you have to explain this to me.” “I had to reject her. She was not good enough to be my pack’s Luna. There was no way they would of accepted her. She is beautiful and has some hell of a body. I took her to bed knowing I couldn’t mark her, that was hard. My wolf wanted to mark her so bad.”

Zachary's name flashed across the screen. I answered the call. "Rebecca Tanner, what on earth did you do? Why did the admissions office say that Amy's children have been blacklisted from every school in the city?"

When I finally reached my room, I closed and locked the door before pressing my back to it and sliding to the floor. Once my butt touched the floor, the floodgates opened, and all my emotions came pouring out. I’d never in my life felt a pain like this and didn’t know if I could genuinely survive it. They say that the pain of rejection is almost as bad as the pain of having your mate die. I could say for sure that I wouldn’t ever wish the feeling on anyone. I didn’t even realize it when I fell over onto my side and curled up into the fetal position. I wasn't sure how long it took, but I eventually heard a knock on my door, which I tried to ignore.

He kept on thinking about what had just transpired. “I think they were both right, I should have minded my business.” He shook his head regrettably. I wept that night. A day that promised to be full of fun later turned out sour, very sour. I was very angry. “How could Paul behave that way, if he doesn’t want me, couldn’t he have just left me alone, maybe he is right, it’s of no use running after him, I will leave him alone forever. The rejection is enough.” I vowed never to have anything to do with him ever again. After all, he had told me plainly that there can be no issue of marriage between us. What is the essence of a relationship that would not lead to marriage?

"Not until it publishes." "She doesn't even let us read." I curled my hands at Dhruv's lie. He had read it. Why would he lie to her? Couldn't he see she was such a bitch? I hated her for accusing me of something I had never done and acting as a driving wedge between both of us. "When it's getting published?" "Don't know." Opening my eyes, I stared at Nisha. "Depends on when I get accepted." "My cousin works in this line only. He says rejections are a norm. It takes a unique book to be selected. I hope your book is not boring, and stand out in the crowd. But why do you care? You've money and name, say your dad."

Isabella's POV The rejection email stared right back at me as though daring me to say something. We regret to inform you that we will not be moving forward with your application at this time. I'd read it five times already, as if the words would rearrange themselves into something less humiliating. The New York Chronicle. My dream publication. The place where real journalists were made. And they didn't want me. I threw my phone across the bed and pressed my palms against my eyes until I saw stars. This was supposed to be my fresh start. New city, new life, new Isabella who had her shit together and definitely didn't make terrible decisions involving older men in strip clubs.

"But it isn't 'Real'. You’re offering me a cage with gold bars. You want to 'Sell my Peace' because you've run out of my 'Pain'. But if I take your gift, I’m still just a 'Product' in your catalog." She stepped forward, her finger dripping with the obsidian Vespera ink. "I don't want a 'Perfect Life' written by you," she spat. "I want a 'Messy Life' written by me." The Golden Eye pulsed with a violent, judgmental red light. "**[REJECTION IS UN-ECONOMICAL. WITHOUT THE UNDERWRITERS, YOU HAVE NO 'SOURCE'. WITHOUT THE READERS, YOU HAVE NO 'LIGHT'. YOU WILL BE DELETED INTO THE SILENCE.]**"

"You are better than this. You've got the talent." "I don't think so. Did Nina put you to this?" "She only told me you want to quit. Is it because of the rejection?" He peered at me with a frown. "No, that's not it." "I think that is it. Don't lie to me. Did Nina ever tell you about the several rejections she faced too? Despite being pregnant?" I never knew Nina was once faced with rejection too. "No, she didn't", I shook my head. He sighed. "Nina's book got rejected 9 good times and here she is now, the best selling author in America. Her first book got rejected by two different companies here in America. Success and failure are brothers and they work together."

A week later. ~~~ “What? After two weeks of waiting, it was rejected?” I exclaim in disbelief, taking the letter from Mr. Moore's hand, disappointment washing over me. I had been so optimistic about receiving a positive response. I pull open the envelope, remove the letter, and stare at the rejection stamp. “Why was it rejected?” I ask no one in particular after reading through it. Am I a failure? There's no doubt. What else could explain everything that keeps happening since I assumed the alpha position?