Rejection Roadtrip Novels & Stories

He didn’t know if there’d be any answers even if he were to meet Vincent Salazar, but maybe he wouldn’t feel so terribly alone, so much that he had, through his own reprehensible actions, been thrown out again, rejected, told he didn’t belong because he had no right to belong. He carefully counted off the miles on the odometer until the right one clicked by and there, on the left, was a turn-off on to a narrow road. He continued at not more than ten miles per hour between tall, thick cedars and firs. Now and then, small openings held giades of ferns and in one spot, where the mountainside came close, a sparkling waterfall.

I am not a damsel in distress in need of a man to save me from the grip of fate. I moved out of the pack, traveling abroad at a young age to study medicine in the hopes of finding a treatment for my ailment, which I successfully did. I was able to heal myself. This rejection wouldn't be difficult for me to deal with, too. I know I'll be fine. I have to.

“No. I endured one drink and an appetizer and then faked a phone call. Seriously, Kimmie, the guy was a douche.” “So, online dating’s not for you?” “Dating, period is not for me.” Kim chuckled. “Where are you?” “I have no freaking clue,” I admitted. “Somewhere in Arbor Lodge I think?” “Holy crap, girl, you don’t want to be lost there when it’s almost dark.” “Thanks, Captain Obvious.” I leaned forward to get a better view out of the windshield. “It’s totally deserted, and I can’t find a street sign to save my life.”

I hissed, through the loud whistling of the wind as I cycled through the highway to get home. It was a good thing that I was on my motorcycle and winding down the road at a fierce speed. There was no one around to hear me talking to myself. My other half stopped talking for the rest of the ride. I was glad for that, thinking that she’d have dropped it. “You have to deal with this eventually.” Then she picked it up again. With a sigh, I removed my helmet, and headed to the house. “I don’t, Seph. I don’t have to deal with it at all. I was rejected, remember?”

"You owe me, Brandon ... take back or I'll leave you!" I would like to believe that this is possible. Moon Goddess ... can I get my rejection back? Please... I take a deep breath, look up to the sky and hopefully say: "I alpha Brandon Taylor take back my rejection and accept you Elle Parker as my mate, as my luna, as anything you want to be in my life. I TAKE IT BACK!" Then I fall to my knees crying. I feel a huge pain in my chest that seems to suffocate me, I lie down on the ground and close my eyes feeling how I slowly start to faint but not before hearing just like in a dream a warm and tender voice.

“You booked a flight already?” “No,” Reagan answered before Rivera could speak. “We’re driving.” Silence. Luke stared at him for a full second like he had lost his mind. “You’re driving?” he repeated carefully. “Yes.” “All the way to Arizona?” Reagan looked completely unbothered. “That’s usually how road trips work.” Luke gave a short laugh of disbelief. “Reagan, that’s a terrible idea.” Rivera immediately pointed at Luke. “Thank you.” “It’s too long,” Luke continued. “And parts of that route are rough.”

His heart clenched, as if an invisible hand had reached inside and squeezed until he couldn’t breathe. He had always assumed that I was just throwing a small tantrum, that I would calm down in a few days. He thought I wouldn’t leave him, that I would wait for him to settle things with the Camorra. Never did he imagine that I would actually walk away without saying goodbye, leaving behind just a key and a note. He sprinted to his car, fumbling with the ignition. His hands shook so hard that he didn’t even fasten his seatbelt before hitting the gas. He ran through two red lights on the way, the scenery outside blurring past.

“Are you challenging me? Aren’t we supposed to wait for your boss?” He looks back at the house without remorse. “We won’t go far. Just to the end of the road and back.” I tug my handbag over my shoulder and get behind the wheel. He enters the passenger seat. Turning the ignition, the car purrs to life. I switch gears and send the car rolling down the driveway. My eyes focus on the road before me, my heart hammering. It’s been more than a month since I last drove a car. “I almost lost my job when the two of you broke up.”

We had stopped moving somewhere dark in Oregon, and the air was thick with the scent of old gas and pine. I was cramped in the back seat. My brother, Tristan, was slumped beside me, his headphones a wall between us and the world. Up front, the sweet, heavy scent of Victor—my rejected mate—was a constant, maddening presence. And the worst part: Wendy was in the passenger seat. My ex-best friend, who was now my father’s mistress and the woman who slept with the man I should have married. A perfect road trip from hell. We had left the Silverwood Pack after lunch, much later than planned, because Wendy had decided to be late. That had given my mother, Luna Comfort, extra time to lecture me about

a security enforcer shouted, his voice amplified by a megaphone. The girl snapped her head around. A heavily armored, matte-black rogue transit carriage—a high-powered vehicle used to transport captured border beasts for the advanced combat classes—was speeding down the pedestrian path. Its thrusters were sputtering violently, smoking and sparking as the driver lost control of the steering mechanism. The heavy vehicle swerved wildly, heading directly toward the exact spot where Camilla was standing. Distracted and typing furiously on her tablet, Camilla remained completely oblivious to the multi-ton metal beast roaring toward her.