Twice Rejected Novels & Stories

I texted my Mom realizing she would keep calling and pestering me for an answer if I don’t at least give her something. ‘’Turns out, a girl can’t handle being rejected twice in one day.’’ Then, I hit send as tears rolled down my face. . . TBC

But just then, for the second time ever, I heard the same voice that spoke yesterday on the day of my rejection. But this time, its tone lacked the confidence and boldness it once did. It whimpered out the word: "Mate." I jerked awake. ‘What, another mate? How was that possible?’ Like a basin of water splashed over me, the haze over me broke. My flushed cheeks turned pale. Ramon's disgusted eyes flashed through my mind. ‘I don't want another rejection. The rejection was already hard enough. A second mate will be harder.’ I gagged, repulsed by the thought, stomach churning.

Pov: Marshall Ackerman There was so much I hated and every day I had to go through the routine of rejecting women who wanted me to be in a Jacktic relationship with them. I wondered when they were going to take the hint that I didn’t give a rat’s ass about such things and I would rather be alone than spend my time forming a futile connection with some woman just because it’s somehow better than being a lone wolf.

Nico: I leaned even closer, our noses touching… I smirked, but suddenly, her hands shot out to push me back, gentle yet firm. “Good night, Nico” She simply whispered before turning around, leaving me stunned. I got rejected… twice! By the same woman! Me! The one who never gets rejected! I scoffed then headed toward my office. I was busy anyway! I sat at my desk, flipping pages without really reading. I massaged my temple, as if that could erase the moment with Catherine from my mind

“I can’t be with you. Not after what I know. But we can still be friends. We can — “ I stopped hearing him. Not because he went quiet. He kept talking. I just stopped being able to take in the words because something in my chest had cracked clean open and the sound of it was too loud for anything else to get through. Two public rejections. Two. The cameras were still up and everyone was quite waiting to see my next reaction

Another rejection? What happened? "Three times? Three times, you rejected me this morning. Am I that disgusting that you won't touch me?" Asked Morgan, expressing his emotions about getting three rejections from Jessica. "Do you know my heart hurts when I receive rejection from you? You won't even look at me. What's wrong? Tell me, what makes you like this?" "You made me this way. What is your secret? For almost a year, I knew nothing about your world other than what you told me!" Jessica thought.

She laughs but it's not a good one. "Well, you see, I've been there, done that, got rejected and got the 'Men are trash' t-shirt to prove it," she replies, still not looking at me. My heart sinks at her words. She's been rejected before, making me her second chance. Wait, hold on. "Men are trash t-shirt?" I can't help but laugh at that. It's such an unexpected and humorous response. Goddess she is a breath of fresh air. But then her words sink in, and I realize the weight of what she's saying.

He swung his arm sharply, and the crown landed in Vanessa's hands. "It's yours now," he said coldly. My heart shattered. I thought his heart shattered too, only we shattered in two different places. Our hearts could never be pieced back together. How ridiculous. He could stand against the whole world for me, so why would he not believe me one more time? Why, when I was being humiliated and violated—when I needed him most—did he stop believing in me? All those promises of forever were destroyed by a few fake photos.

I was about to speak out, however, Master Zonner shook his head to stop me from speaking any further. “Nathan, you can’t defend the youngest Alpha, he needs to learn his lesson,” Master Zonner said as he maintained eye contact with Maximus. However, Maximus decided to grab my arm out of nowhere. “Let the servant talk,” Maximus said sternly as he forced me to get in front of him – what am I? His shield? I was getting way too dizzy to deal with the situation – witnessing a Princess get rejected, walk around with the person who would possibly murder you, and getting caught by my Master while being pushed to the hedge…

I shouldn’t be here, I know. I shouldn’t be doing this, I know. I shouldn’t be thinking about this, I know. But I was. My wolf was driving me crazy. It had barely been three hours since Amanda rejected us and he started having withdrawal symptoms. I mean, come on, I thought we didn’t care about her. And we didn’t. But it was a full moon, and it was a time when wolves needed their mates more than anything. And I needed mine.