Rejected, my jaded love Novels & Stories

“When I met you, I felt heaven When you rejected me, my world crumbled You didn’t want me for a mate Instead, you take my love for granted. And so, I set you free I let you live as you wanted to be I stopped my eyes from shedding tears Casting aside all my heartaches and fears A few years later. Here I am now Stronger, bolder and couldn’t bring down Finally, I could say it out loud Thank you for rejecting my love Because of you, I am better Because of you, I am happier

Regret and guilt stabbed at me as I understood I had injured her. But Adrian's voice was low and husky in my ear, his words a dripping temptation. "I love you, please," he said, weaving that spell around me, drawing me in with crystal sweetness. I just want you to f****** me, he whispered, sending shivers down my spine, making my heart race in steep anticipation. "I long for you," he added with a soft crack of emotion in his voice, speaking right into my soul.

I just want to curl on my bed and cry my eyes out. I rushed to the bathroom. I leaned on the sink and sobbed. My heart felt like it was being stabbed. The pain I felt was raw and intense. It seemed as if something was ripped away from me. Am I that useless? How do you find your mate then get rejected in less than ten minutes? I'm so pathetic. Nobody will ever love me. Why will Alpha Jax go for someone so useless when he has Lizzy? She's everything a man would want and more.

When we didn't give in, he backed off and we got rejected. It's hard to believe that Jace is said what he does, and now, with his lips pressed against mine and his hands roaming over my skin, he's a completely showing me how much he doesn't care. And if I was as naive as I used to be, I might believe it. This isn't my first rodeo and happy ever after is just in Disney movie

"One good looking woman stops by your office and you act like you haven't been around them in years." He hadn't. Bethany had done a number on him, and after her he'd sworn them off, hoping to one day get back in the game. He ran his hand down his chest, patting the firm muscle of his pec as he closed his eyes, trying to hold onto the reason for giving up on love. This girl didn't even seem interested and yet he knew quite well that seeing her twice in two days was more than coincidence. He exhaled slowly, opening his eyes and grimacing at himself in the mirror. "Get your shit together. She's probably not even available, and even if she was... you’re jaded as hell and she's way outta your lea

But I fail to hold my vocal cord and my heart groans with the pain through my voice. "Why? Why didn't you wait for a while, Ira? Why couldn't I come to you earlier, Jaan? God, please rewrite my fate and give me the one I love. My Jaan, my Ira." I cry with the whole pain. I groan my lungs out. "I love you, Jaan. And I just want you to be mine, Jaan. I want you to love me only. Not anyone else. Not anyone else..." [crying groan fades away the sound of the thundering storm.] ...

Her eyes searched mine, reaching for a connection that had frayed to the point of breaking, grasping at threads that slipped through her fingers like sand. "Jade," I whispered to myself, the name emerging as a silent prayer, a secret benediction that held more power than the most fervent of confessions. Jade—my little mate, the forbidden fruit that dangled just out of reach, tempting me with whispers of what could be. It was a dangerous game we played, one where the rules were etched in shadow and the prize was as intoxicating as it was elusive.

Later on, he found out that this was how it felt to fall in love. It wasn't something he could control. Jade knew she couldn't convince him, so she said bluntly, "Don't waste your time on me. I'm not interested." "You're being too harsh. Aren't you going to give me just one chance?" Max was exasperated. How could he handle it if she rejected him outright? Jade glared at him. "No." "Alright, alright. We'll still be friends, even if you won't give me a chance. We can still go out for meals, can't we?" He was persistent.

Broken dishes and shattered glass litter the floor so much it looks like the aftermath of an earthquake. "You think you're going to get out of this alive?" Logan hisses, his face inches from hers. "No, Mary Lou, not both of us. One of us is not walking out of here." He leans in closer, his eyes wild and unhinged. "But I really loved you, Mary Lou." Her heart sinks further, and she feels a deep exhaustion from all the crying, from all the terror. With a mix of irritation and despair, she musters the strength to speak. "Don't confuse your obsession with love, Logan."