Sacred Reject Novels & Stories

He looked like a storm trying not to destroy everything around it. And then I walked into the lion’s den. Bright lights burned against my skin as I sat opposite the host, Vanessa Reeve — a woman whose smile could slice glass. Her crimson dress glimmered beneath the lights, and her perfume, sharp and floral, clawed at my throat. “Welcome, everyone,” she began, her voice dripping with polished confidence. “Today, we have with us the woman the world cannot stop talking about — Maya Hale. The human at the center of the most controversial love story of the decade.”

He wanted to know. "I have my beliefs," she started, "one of them being that no one gets a second chance." And in reality, why would I give my partner a second chance in the first place? He cheated, and that means he will still do that. My mom always said, "A habit is a disease." She courted, paused, and continued, "Anyway, the real reason why I would just walk away from that relationship is because I am tired of heartbreaks." And when I say heartbreaks, I don't mean relationship heartbreaks but rather life heartbreaks. I am so broken that I wouldn't want to get myself into something unworthy. Trust me, Jas, I always lose interest in everything but manage to recollect myself. I am so sure th

“Stop it, Jordan.” “Come on. You’re unmated. I’m unmated. We’re both lonely. If we’re still without a mate when we’re like forty, we should agree to mating.” “And then have to deal with that kind of rejection as well when your true mate suddenly makes an appearance? No, thanks.” “As well?” Jordan asked. “What other rejection have you had to deal with?” “Huh?” “You just said you’d have to deal with that kind of rejection as well. I’m just curious who else has rejected you? Or what have you been rejected for?”

I asked, my voice trembling with emotion. Derick looked at me with a cold expression. "It's simple, Sophia. You are a rejected mate who has been banished from your pack. You have no status, no power, and no place in the werewolf community. I cannot have someone like you working in a position of authority in my company." I felt a lump in my throat as I listened to his words. He was right, of course. As a rejected mate, I had no place in the werewolf community. But that didn't mean I deserved to be treated like this.

She must have cried for a long time. My heart tightened painfully. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there, watching her break. > "Kate, I can't take this rejection. It hurts so much," she continued, her voice shaking. "He didn't even say a word. I was so worthless to him that he couldn't even reject me properly. He didn't even look at me. I thought you said the mate bond would be too strong for him to resist. The moment I realized he was my mate, I was sad because I knew he would never accept me. Not when he's madly in love with Clara."

I had hollowed out my womb to make room for his ego. "No," I whispered to the empty car, the word surprised me. "No," I said again, louder this time. I can’t do it. I couldn't be the graveyard for his mistakes anymore. I couldn't walk into another clinic and let them scrape away the only thing that was truly mine. This child didn't ask to be created in the dying embers of a doomed relationship. This child is innocent and maybe, just maybe, this was God’s way of giving me back what I had lost.

The mere thought of such a rejection threatened to shatter me completely. Both of them were taken aback, their breath catching in their throats. The act of rejecting one's true mate was an exceedingly rare occurrence, heavily frowned upon by the majority. To refuse a bond with your intended mate was seen as akin to spurning the Moon Goddess herself, an act deemed criminal by many. "Yifa! How could you utter such words?" Elena exclaimed, her astonishment evident as she gazed at me with widened eyes. "Please, Yifa, don't say that," Anita interjected, her eyes imploring me to trust her. "Rejecting your true mate is nearly unheard of."

For instance, if I forgot my umbrella on a rainy day, I only needed to make one phone call, and Beverly would drop everything to get me. Even though she had rejected my proposal eight times in the last eight years, everyone still believed we would eventually get married. However, now that she had posted that marriage certificate with Timothy's name instead of mine, it would definitely leave everyone in shock. Timothy was my brother—my biological brother. Growing up, he always had a habit of taking what was mine. And once he got his hands on something, no amount of screaming could make him give it back. Why was that? Because my parents didn't like me. They regarded me with disdain, and they c