My Promised Rejection Novels & Stories

“Please don’t ever leave me behind again.” I hold her even tighter, never wanting to let go. “That will never happen, babe. I promise. I love you—not the woman I almost married. You’re the one I want. You’re the one I’ve always wanted. I realize that now, and I’ll never let you go.” “Is that a promise?” she asks, her eyes searching mine. “Yes,” I say firmly. “I promise you, my love. I’ll be here—whenever you need me, wherever you need me.”

"Fine then let's reject Monika" .

The same man that promised heaven and earth just a day ago. “What about all the promises?” I asked. He scoffed and sneered at me “They were all lies,cana. All lies” My legs weakened immediately, I staggered a little and held on to Mia's hand. Thankfully she was at my back. My world began to spin as my vision grew blurry. My eyes listened to every word around me. “Such a pity to be rejected on your wedding day” “She deserves it” “How would an Alpha marry a wolfless girl” “What did she think she was? A princess? That the Alpha would swear loyalty to a pale-looking soul like her”

He had taken what I offered, whispered promises into my mouth, carved hope into my bones—then, when every eye was on me, he cut me open. I, Luther Reed, reject you, Olivia Wade. The words slammed through me again, brutal and inescapable. My chest locked until I couldn’t breathe. A scream tore out of me, raw and ugly, shattering the silence. Birds burst from the trees, wings thrashing wildly into the night. I crumpled sideways, clutching my chest like I could hold the pieces together. “He promised,” I choked into the dirt. “He promised.” The bond had been fire. Now it was ash.

She promised him to love him and all kinds of shit, seducing my mate to the point where he was willing to put us through the pain of rejection. After he rejected me, he fell ill, and I was so broken I had isolated myself in my room for nearly a month. The last I heard, he had asked her to be his chosen Luna, but she denied the offer. The only thing she wanted was to see me get rejected by him. After he rejected me to be with her, a rumor spread, we had heard it before, two years prior, but this time, it was true.

My heart jumped. Reject me? “I told you to give me some time,” Bran replied. Saskia let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “Time?” she snapped. “You made a fucking promise to me, Bran! And you know what happens if you fail to fulfill that promise!” I pushed the door open and stepped out. “I want it now.” Both of them turned to look at me. “Want what?” Bran asked. I held his gaze. “Reject me.” Bran’s eyes widened as they turned red.

I cried. "Oh no, dear. So sorry, you'll be fine. It isn't the end of the world. It's normal to get rejected at times." "Mom, it's so painful. I trusted him. He promised me that I would be his mate , and now that it was about to happen , I caught him in bed with her." "So sorry , dear. Just so you know, I was also rejected by my own fated mate. Don't worry; as long as you're still pure and untouched , the moon goddess will give you a second chance mate." Mom was oblivious to the fact that I was already pregnant.

No, But please" I beg him before he could complete his statement. Please, I am not interested "Can you just think about it more before rejecting me," he told him as he feels bad because I reject him "There is nothing more to think of, "Now is my final decision and I hope you can respect that" I told him as I was about to leave "Then, I won't give up on you, he says as he promised not to give up "I won't change my opinion about you" you better give up" I say "Then I will give whatever it's takes to have you" he says

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