Take My Rejection Back Novels & Stories

Laura was seated in the car, and she was just waiting for me so that we could go home. “Ella, this is simple. Don't try to play dump. I will go straight to the point. The reason is, I want you back into my life. I have never stopped loving you. And leaving you that day was the biggest mistake I ever did. The heavens have decided to give me a second chance, and I am not going to waste it. I must win you over again." He says.

In that case, there was no point in the rejection, especially since I was still interested in him. I glanced at his face. Jackson looked so peaceful. One wouldn’t think he was the same guy who went around conquering everything he wanted. I smiled when I remembered the last few minutes and how he had made me feel. I had felt so good, and I knew I wanted more of that. With those thoughts, I felt myself getting wet again. After what had happened, I didn’t think I wanted to live without Jackson. I wondered what it would feel like if he marked me. After a lot of thinking, I sat up. “I, Kelsey Arlington take back the rejection of my mate, Jackson King.”

There are a million things unlikable about you, asshole. "Do you want me to tell you honestly?" I asked with a polite smile and he stared at me up and down interestedly. "So, I'd appreciate it if you rejected me right now." "If you feel so strongly about it, why don't you reject me yourself?" I can't do that. I once had a mate and I rejected him, I don't have the ability to reject my second chance mate. Only Mr. Gomez can reject me. "I..." He smirked, "you can't, can you?" That could only mean one thing."

I said gently, because arguing would only make my night longer. As I walked back toward the bar, my phone buzzed in the pocket of my apron. I wasn’t supposed to check it while working, but I was too curious. Maybe it was Sophia reminding me to eat, or Camila dropping one of her random voice notes full of unsolicited but loving advice. One thing I’m always grateful for was the sweet friends life has blessed me with. But Nope. It was another rejection email. My shoulders slumped and my steps slowed. “Dear Ms. Torres, thank you for your interest in joining our company. After careful review of your application, we have decided not to move forward at this time...”

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.

"Did he think that after he prioritized his career over me, I will accept it wholeheartedly?" I panted and threw a death glare at him. “Mr. Ford, it’s been four years. It already happened and all we need is to move on. And for you to know, I haven’t read even a piece of your letter. You chose to leave, so what changes it would make if I had read your letters?” I said as flawlessly as I could, although my nerves were getting weak. His rejection shattered me into million pieces, and the pain he imposed on me when I begged him to stay but he refused, couldn't be healed by just a mere piece of paper. “Mr. Ford, I don’t need any apologies from you. You chased for your dreams and you did the right

“You can stay. It concerns you.” My curiosity is instantly piqued. “My father rejected the proposal.” “What proposal?” I ask. “Marriage proposal.” Arthur replies. I arch a brow. Marriage? “You didn’t tell her?” My brother looks away. “I didn’t want her to get her hopes up. It’s because of the pregnancy, isn’t it?” A curt nod is his only response. My stomach twists inwards. No reputable wolf pack would accept me now. Slowly, I turn away and head up the stairs.

I ask angrily and I can sense it as his confusion and concern slip towards anger and frustration. "What's the other option, sweetness? I'm never going to accept your rejection so you might as well just give me a chance. A real one, not all of this pushing me away and punishing me bull shit. Just act like a real mate and see that it can be good. We could be so good together." He practically yells at me like saying it louder will convince me or something. "The other option is that I leave. Whether you accept my rejection or not." I say firmly and he growls so loudly the windows quake.

She turned her head to him and asked, “What moment?” He exhaled and responded, “Sitting next to you again. Breathing in your scent, it feels heavenly. Having the chance to say what I should've said weeks ago. What I should've done instead of…” he took in a deep breath. She looked away and stared at the raindrops racing down the window. “You mean the rejection.” She emphasized the word rejection. He jerked slightly at her bluntness but he didn't deny it. “Yes. The rejection.” He said. “If I could take it back, I would. A thousand times over.”

A servant? I was filled with so much shock and embarrassment. I could not help but break down into tears. I tried to hold the hot tears back but to no avail. I was angry at him, angry at myself. Angry at the world. I wouldn't have been here if it didn't have anything to do with my brother. I lost my stance and began to shake vehemently. “Why are you standing there looking like that? I command you to accept my rejection now!” he fiercely orders.