Rejection Roadtrip Novels & Stories

My unofficial rejection had in turn given me the truest love, and while I wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone, I’m grateful for my life now. The End.

JASMINE BROOKE "Anyone that doesn't want to ally with us, kill them all. It doesn't matter who they are" I ordered some of the rogues who were chosen to attack the remaining packs. Why do you think I ended up this way? Hot-tempered, brutal, independent and Fearless. Yes, I had to adjust to life to survive. The world doesn't like weakness, it's an actual disaster. Weakness is a disease that devours your every flesh, and sips your every last breath until you become lifeless and useless. I could take in any feeling, humiliation and pain, but definitely not rejection. It is the most brutal form of wickedness and punishment. No one deserves to be rejected, nothing, not even an animal. I was rejec

Sweat trickles down my face, and I scan the surroundings for any place to rest, but there is nothing, no shed just dry shrubs and half-dead trees with no leaves to protect me. “Just continue walking, Sarah. Soon you will arrive at your destination,” I mumble to myself, forcing strength into my weakening legs. But the sun beats down mercilessly, making it feel like my skin is burning. My hunger worsens, twisting painfully inside me. I sip from one of the sodas, but now I am left with only half. It’s barely enough to keep me moving. After what feels like forever, I finally see something hopeful, cars moving in the distance. My heart jumps. A road. A real tarmac road. That means people. That me

Rojan drive his mustang slowly amidst the traffic. He couldn't contain his heart from breathing so fast, it race to the deepest of the ground, trying to flow away yet the force below couldn't let him go. “Fudge!” he exclaimed angrily. “It's happen again. What unlucky jerk I am becoming!” He gritted his teeth as his mind keep on recalling the scene earlier. For years of applying job to earn a living, he keep gotten rejection over and over again.

With every breath I took, it felt as if someone was repeatedly squeezing my heart over and over again. The thought of every cherished moment, every of Leland's touch while we made love, and all the memories we had intensifies the pain. "Nothing can be done, Tris," I replied sadly. "It's over now." "What are you waiting for?" The voice of Rhian broke my thoughts, "He doesn't love you, so why force things? Just accept the rejection and let's be done with it," she snarled. "What the hell is going on here?!" A familiar voice interrupted.

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.

As they ran through the trees, Cassie could feel her heart racing with excitement. She didn't know what the future held, but for the first time since her rejection, she felt a glimmer of hope. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Cassie tried to move on, but the rejection had left her feeling lost and alone. She could feel the stares of the other members of her pack, the whispers behind her back. They had all turned against her, blaming her for the rejection. But then, one day, a stranger arrived in town.

" Rex cursed angrily as he walked out of the last company today and the 10th rejection in a whole. What's going on?! He roared angrily in his mind. Why the rejections?! He screamed in his mind as he got inside his car and drove away. It was evening already and he was completely exhausted. There's nothing he can do about the situation as somehow the company doesn't want him. They made a lot of silly excuses that didn't make sense. "I'm tired," He sighed heavily as he pulled into a nightclub. "I think it's best I drink my sorrows away," He muttered and locked the car as he made his way to the club. He walked in and noticed how busy it was.

Because every rejection meant one more chance to prove I wasn’t the same man I used to be. My car finally reached the main road. The night air swept across the windshield, carrying with it the mixed scents of the city—smoke, street food, and the pulse of a life that never really slept. I drew in a long breath, dropped the cigarette into the ashtray, and tightened my grip on the steering wheel. Tonight I wasn’t going home with a victory. But I was going home with one small certainty: I had found the path again. The path back to Sienna. And though it might be long, winding, and full of thorns—I was ready to walk it.

I didn’t know where I was anymore, past Joliet maybe, past the lights of Chicago that had always been too loud, too full of him. Out here it was nothing but the hum of cicadas, the rustle of cornstalks, and the stretch of I-55 under my shoes. I couldn’t stop, though. If I stopped, he’d find me. And if he found me, I shut the thought off before it could root. The first truck I waved at roared past, the driver not even slowing. The second did the same. My arm trembled as I lifted it again for the third, already preparing myself for the rejection, when this one’s brakes sighed, lights flickering red.