Twice Rejected Novels & Stories

At the moment he opened the door to leave, he spoke without turning back to see my expression, “I need not remind you that our contract agreement was due a week ago… Alexia is back and…” “Yes. The contract agreement ended a week ago. So, reject me!” My heart sank even further as I let out those words. It was best this way. I have had enough of this one side love and torture. “What?!” He paused and turned back to face me immediately. I took a deep breath, mustering up the courage with a bleeding heart, “I, Summer Dubios, reject…” Miller's cold voice cut me short instantly, “Summer! Are you out of your mind? You have no right to reject your mate!”

“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?”

Zon asked me with concern. His reminder brought trouble to mind, he was right since Serena had been rejected once, and if happened again, she would not survive it. No one could survive being rejected for the second time.

And this time, there was no hesitation. The answer was immediate. Declined. By the time I was called back in, the decision had already been made. The Dubai executives didn’t sugarcoat it. They simply informed me that Chicago had reviewed the proposal and decided against moving forward. There would be no partnership. No negotiation. No second chance. The rejection stung more than I expected. Not because it was new—but because it was final. As if that wasn’t enough, the day only worsened. I had been in talks with another major company in Dubai, a potential lifeline I had been quietly nurturing. The meeting had gone well—or so I thought—until the secretary returned with a carefully rehearsed sm

I applied to Westbridge University, confident I would get in. I waited anxiously for the acceptance letter, only to receive a rejection. I refused to believe it and called the admissions office. But the moment the official heard my name, they didn't even bother checking further and replied matter-of-factly, "We won't accept you." After a year of preparation, I retook the SAT and scored 1580. This time, I applied to Northfield University. I assumed there was no way I could be rejected again. But the result was the same. I was denied once more.

My jaw was left in the air when Miss Strawberry came out, along with Brena and another classmate I met. I can’t believe what Miss Strawberry did. Did she reject me? Not just once but twice? I can not believe it. “Why do you look upset?” Andrew asked me. “That, four eyed Strawberry. That Miss Strawberry rejected me, not once but twice. Unbelievable. Right?” “You're right. Unbelievable.” “I know.” “You are incredibly upset because of that. No wonder Patrice rejects you.” “Who?”I asked with a frown. Who is Patrice that Andrew says it is.

Why? I growled, devastated. I thought finding her would make me happy, not face rejection again. I never expected her to reject me for the second time. Did I need to imprison her for her to know how much she meant to me? If that would make her want me, I wouldn’t hesitate to imprison her by my side. “Listen, Lisa, I can’t just accept your rejection. I love you,” I pleaded. “Why are you doing this? I’ve never mistreated you.”

The Secret Kept Since Damien had rushed out with the bloodied scroll belonging to the Council, the room had become colder. I sat motionless on the bed, one hand pressed protectively over my stomach. The healer’s words replayed in my head again and again: Your child bears not one aura, but two. Two. Twins. Or something worse. I closed my eyes, heart hammering. I had already been marked as the cursed, rejected mate. If the Council knew of the prophecy—of twins born from rejection—they would never let me or my child live.

I can see the fear in her eyes as I stand before her. “I, Alpha Dean Smith, reject you, Tamara Brown, you pathetic little orphan, as my mate and Luna,” I say. I have plans for this pack, and I first want to eliminate all the pathetic wolves in my pack. I can not believe that the Moon Goddess played such a trick on me by giving me the most pathetic she-wolf in his pack as my mate. “I, Tamara Brown, accept your rejection, Alpha Dean Smith. I may be a pathetic orphan in your eyes, but my parents gave their lives for your pack,” Tamara says. I am furious! How dare she not beg me to make her stay?

Without waiting for him to talk, I dragged him inside his opened apartment. "I never wanted someone like you as my mate. I hate you and I can't bear to be with you. So I am rejecting this bond." I screamed at his face. Without waiting for him to say anything, I uttered those words I knew might cause me pain later on. "I, Donna Anderson, reject you, Miko Magnus as my mate!" I waited for one, two and several seconds, yet he did not say anything. He just looked at me sadly. "You are supposed to reject me too!" I urged him.