Rejection Novel Novels & Stories

Fay said with a smile, oblivious to the internal turmoil that was going on inside Eloise. Eloise suddenly felt her chest tighten and her throat begin to close in on itself. In the nine months that she had been in New York, she had not crossed the Brooklyn Bridge because it terrified her. Not once in Blue Creek had she ever had to cross such a large body of water on what looked suspiciously like a death trap. Once, while she was still job searching, one of the girls in the tenement, Andrea, had found a job for Eloise but she had refused to go because it was in Brooklyn. Now, here she was heading straight for what she feared. Eloise wanted to protest, get the tram to stop and run as fast as sh

I whispered. “You — what?! Did he break up with you? How come you didn’t tell that to me?” she asked. “I forgot. I was kinda preoccupied with everything and I couldn’t do anything, so I needed a break. That’s why you didn’t see me at my apartment because I was fixing myself so I could write again. You know that I love my career and many of my readers are waiting for my next book, but it turns out that it got rejected because it didn’t pass the company’s standard. They just said that my novel isn’t good for the reader’s preference. The hell! Why can’t they just admit that it didn’t pass their standard?” I ranted because I still can’t believe why my novel got rejected like that, even if it’s a

She smiles at me and then turns around. "Mimo," Lisa calls my name, and I look at her. "Yes." "I read your story, about Mafia candidate girl who fell in love with another guy even she is the candidate of the mafia boss bride. It was superb." She says that, and Jazmine praises me as well in a second voice. I thank them for supporting me, and Lisa suggests making it a novel because it will surely be a hit. I frown after I tell her that it got rejected. Lisa's face fumes and exclaims like how Jazmine reacted when I told her what happened.

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The flame that trembles in the wind is proof that it refuses to die. The Rejected Blood Moon was born from that truth. It was written for those who have loved deeply and lost completely, for those who have been told they are “too much,” “too emotional,” or “too broken.” It is for the dreamers who still reach for the light even when the night refuses to end. Because rejection does not define you. Pain does not end you. Every wound you carry is also a window — a place where the light enters when you are finally ready to let it.

Two weeks passed like a blur, anxiety crippled Pamala. There were no other letters or threat. Whoever it was must have been bluffing, it was a silly trick. She didn't dwell too much on it. She was anxious about stepping outside, now the news of her Rejection had spread like wildfire she didn't want to people people throwing her looks of mockery or pity anywhere she went to, so she didn't go out at all. But it would be good to find a job and support her parents now that her hope for a mate was crushed. It was hard living, she felt like a shell. It hadn't gotten better but she was learning to cope with the pain.

I cry harder, wishing I could just fall asleep and never wake up. I was so foolish to think Luca could ever love me. Maybe I misread the signs. Maybe I was too hopeful. Or maybe I just wanted it so badly that I convinced myself it was possible. But now, after the way he looked at me when I poured my heart out, I know. There was no spark in his eyes, no warmth. Only pity. It’s over. And I’ve accepted that. As painful as it is, I know when to stop fighting. This time, I’ll let go. I have to. It’s the only way I’ll ever find peace.

"Did he think that after he prioritized his career over me, I will accept it wholeheartedly?" I panted and threw a death glare at him. “Mr. Ford, it’s been four years. It already happened and all we need is to move on. And for you to know, I haven’t read even a piece of your letter. You chose to leave, so what changes it would make if I had read your letters?” I said as flawlessly as I could, although my nerves were getting weak. His rejection shattered me into million pieces, and the pain he imposed on me when I begged him to stay but he refused, couldn't be healed by just a mere piece of paper. “Mr. Ford, I don’t need any apologies from you. You chased for your dreams and you did the right

I didn't care about the silk dress. "After everything I’ve done for you?" I choked out, the reality of my sacrifices clawing at my throat. "After six abortions, Jason! Six! You and your career, you and your timing. 'Not now, Evelyn,' you said. 'Wait until the merger, Evelyn,' you said. And I did it. I killed parts of myself for you!" The restaurant was dead silent now. I could hear the hum of the air conditioning. "And you still have the mind to break up with me? This thing... I rejected lots of men because of you! Better men! Kind men! And after all of it, you give me a cheque like a severance package for eight years of service?"

I have to hurriedly come here to tell you about the new development" I went to my chamber and saw a man sitting on a chair with a blanket that he used to cover his body from the cold. I stared at Philip who in return bowed his head indicating that the man in my chamber was Adam Hunter. I make a hot tea, handing it over to Adam Hunter. " How I wish this tea could burn my heart! Unfortunately it can only burn my tongue," Adam Hunter said bitterly after drinking some tea from his cup. " Why will you want your heart to burn?" I asked, curiously. " Have you ever been rejected before? Only those who pass through the line of rejection know exactly what I am passing through." " Rejection is not the