Rejection Roadtrip Novels & Stories

Could I ever really move on from it all and fully accept him? So much had happened since the night of my birthday. But then I thought about it, I could forgive him for the rejection. Although it hurt like hell, I can kind of understand why he thought it was the best option. And in the end, it was, because it brought me Xander and my babies and my Blue Moon pack, and I couldn’t ever regret anything that led me to them.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white against the worn leather. The snow was coming down in thick, angry sheets now, blocking out the road ahead like someone had dumped a bag of flour over the windshield. My little rental car sputtered up the narrow mountain road, wipers slapping uselessly. I should’ve turned back hours ago, but after the fight with Jake,after he’d packed his stuff from our “romantic getaway” cabin and left me there with nothing but a slammed door and a text saying we were done,I just drove. Anywhere. Away.

I ask, my voice dropping to a deadly, quiet register. "One last run," he says. His smirk turns feral. "The old ridge road. Just you, me, and the asphalt. You win, and I smash this drive. I let you keep your perfect little life. I lose, and I get the agency contact info. Plus, you walk away from the championship game next week. Let everyone see you crawl." The ridge road. It's a notorious, unlit stretch of highway outside the city limits, full of blind hairpin turns and sheer drops. Two years ago, a kid from a rival school flipped his car there. He never walked again. It's a death trap.

"Please. I promise I won't let you down. Just give me a chance to prove myself." I looked down at him. My son. My miracle. He was offering to carry the weight of our survival on his tiny shoulders. He wanted to fight for us. How could I let my fear of a ghost stop him from flying? "Okay," I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. "Okay, Freddo. We’ll go." ****************************************** The days leading up to the trip were a blur of anxiety. I packed our bags with trembling hands. I checked the flight schedules three times. I checked the attendee list online—thankfully, it was private.

CARL For forty-eight hours, I had convinced myself that keeping my distance was the smart, rational play. I had poured over Marion’s daily charts detailing her rapid, inexplicable healing, telling myself I was just monitoring a pack guest. But the reality was far more pathetic: I had spent the last two days pacing the corridors outside the infirmary wing just to catch the faint, intoxicating drift of rain and sweet sugar seeping under the door. ​Every instinct I possessed screamed at me to cut my losses. She was another pack's reject, carrying baggage heavy enough to ignite a war, and the mere concept of a "second-chance mate" was a curse I had sworn to reject the day I buried Fiona and our

Some hotel room echoing with the ghosts of ten thousand strangers, picking up my echoes for a night or three or five until I’m gone again. Always on the road for money and for love. It’s why I’m here now: crappy diner with fluorescent lighting and blue plastic booths, the best this town has to offer. Any port in a storm though, and boy is it a storm out there. Enough to run even me off the road, mangle my tire against broken debris sloshing along the asphalt. Fate telling me to stop so that he could find me. With his pretty brown eyes and his blue-checkered shirt, coming out of the dark like a knight in a shining tow truck.

she says chuckling like it’s a fun memory; she has a very dark and kinda twisted sense of humor. Rex whimpers and I can feel his shame and hurt, shame of what he did and hurt that his mate doesn’t even want to see him. We reach the clearance by the crimson red river that runs through our pack land, hence the name of our pack “the crimson river pack”.

he drinks again. “Bro, you can always choose someone else, you can always love someone else” he laughs lightly. “Can you Jem?” this caught him off guard “can you love someone else when your mate is right in front of you?” he laugh lightly “no” Jem answers in a whisper. “It was my mistake to rejected her but I didn’t do it with my whole heart” Dante began to pour out his feelings to Jem. “Our pack lives were far more important that I couldn’t risk it, so I rejected her.”

How the hell did all of this happen. One moment I had it all and the next, I am reading a tweet about me being broke. My dad made a mistake, the way he puts it, and lost it all. Like all, money, house, cars... The bank will take the house in the next week or so, the cars too, there is nothing left. I even have to leave school since he needs to withdraw the payment. What the hell are we going to do? I have to leave my friends my life, fuck. I was sitting on my staircase calling Tom when the whole situation became even better.

I did almost give up, when his parents came back and confirmed my fears; rejecting me the next minute! I guess I should have just listened to Carter; he might be a shitpiece but I think that he was right all along. Right about me being a mistake from the moon goddess!! Right about me being unlucky! Yeah.. I'm unlucky. Working as a damn waitress for a whole year; attended reunion only to be rejected and now? Nothing I guess, would be more worse. The shock that laced the faces of my parents, the part where I told them they called me an ordinary treaty!! The anger that followed as I continued giving them the details of the meeting.