Rejection Novel Novels & Stories

Correct pronunciation of words is mandatory or rejection will not occur. Why? The wolves must understand the rejection or they will keep waiting. Pain, agony and anger will occur within each werewolf after the rejection, because it is like doing soul-splitting. Without soul-splitting, rejection fails to occur or is considered non-existent. ***** ******** 1/4 12:48 The Alpha King’s Fated Mate I had tears in my eyes after reading it. Bullsh*t… this is bullsh*t!!! +5 vouchers I looked up to stare at the man standing silently in front of me as I read this nonsense book in his office.

“Application closed. We are looking for a fast-paced story, an exciting plot with multiple cliffhangers. Revise your work and submit it again. Thanks for your hard work.” Bloody hell! “Are you out of your mind, Jade?” I placed my laptop on the table and slapped her head. Her melodrama scared the hell out of me. “It’s just a rejection email for my novel. Why are you making a big deal out of it?” “I am making a big deal?” Jade dodged my slap and hissed back at me. “This is your third rejection, sister. I have told my friends that you are a leading romance author, thriving in your career.

he mutters to himself “This was always going to happen. I Leo Hampton of the Golden Harvest pack reject you, princess Noroveena, as my fated mate and luna” It’s a good job I was lying down. The shock of those words alone would have caused me to fall to the floor let alone the physical pain rejection causes. I feel like my heart is being wrenched in two. Given everything, I have been through I would have thought I experienced every type of pain but this is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I feel this in my soul. Then I remember the best way to calm this is to accept the rejection as soon as possible. Gasping for air I manage to get enough into my lungs to respond “I Princess Noraveena accept y

Darrian could only hope that Alpha Finnian hadn't seen or reviewed any of them. Darrian realised nothing was going his way and once again he was sidetracked by Isadora, the mate he threw away. The mate that had slithered her way back into his life. Their interaction at that dinner table was torturous. Isadora always seemed to make him lose his senses whenever they met. He was never going to admit to anyone, not even to himself that rejecting her back then had been purely out of shock and no one would have blamed him. Mating bonds could be rejected if one or both wolves did not want the pairing and he, back then wasnt about to be hitched to some defective wolf, it would have jeopardized his f

“Oh my god. Alice…” ‘Enough with the questions. I have a news for you’ I tilted my head. “News? What news? Is it good? Bad?” ‘The rejection might have worked.’ I breathed in, and nodded. “Okay. What do we do now?” ‘You do know that rejecting your date doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll be alone forever, right?’ Of course. After rejection, I heard another one will come to you. But I didn’t think about that earlier since I had no wolf—

“It will be done, Camilla. I’m analyzing the flank formations of the Bloodmoon pack ambush now.” “Good. And make sure the writing style matches mine. If the professors suspect a packless stray wrote it, you’ll be sleeping in the storage unit for a month.” Camilla didn’t wait for a response. She never did. She just went back to painting her nails a violent shade of crimson on her white marble desk, the chemical scent of the polish mixing with the cold air of the small alcove where her target's cot sat.

“Thank you — but as I’ve said before, I need nothing from you.” There goes my appetite. I stormed away from the kitchen, not bothering to look at her as I made my way to my room. She just had to ruin the one decent morning I was having, didn’t she? “Damn you,” I muttered, slamming the door shut. That was my little act of rebellion. *** The rest of the day felt like a blur, reading rejection emails wasn’t that gut-wrenching anymore. In fact, every time I saw a new email, my brain had already braced for rejection rather than any real chance of acceptance.

I was snapped out of my gory imagination as Yannah stood in front of me, both her hands on her hips as she graced a confused look on her face. I sheepishly smiled, “Oh, what? Yeah! That’s shocking news indeed, the Princess must’ve been des-.” I was interrupted as what I was going to say contradicted to what Yannah was saying. “I still can’t believe the youngest Alpha rejected the princess,” she rambled on – it seems like she just wanted me to pay attention. “I mean, he’s a womanizer – I thought he’d just get it on with any woman he se-.” My eyes widened, I grabbed Yannah down – putting my hand over her mouth as I could hear the Master’s office open. Yannah immediately looks over, only to see

The feeling of being discarded, of being a burden and an object of temporary amusement, hit me with a force that knocked the wind out of me. I picked up my pen again, but the heat was gone. My beautifully laid-out scene of Kai and Chance's passionate reunion suddenly felt pathetic, a lie. I couldn't write that story anymore, not now. Not when I was living my own version of rejection. I erased the lines I'd drawn, my mind racing. A new idea, born of bitter disappointment, took its place. I drew a knock on the bedroom door. Then the door swings open, a close friend's face appearing in the gap, eyes wide. Kaito and Ren freeze, their intimate moment shattered, their faces a mixture of mortificat

After that day, people in the town would often talk about a crazy foreign woman. No matter how cold it was, she'd be outside in the snow, building snowmen, muttering to herself about regret and mistakes. When I heard about it, I merely laughed it off. Whatever happened before, none of it mattered to me anymore.