Anthony Hope Novels & Stories

**MR ANTONY SANTOS**~Day Nine Fuck shit. Fuck this. I'm not buying this sob story. I'm not giving up. I can't wake up and in a few hours get news of the chance that Tracy might be dead. "I just woke up from a coma, in quote of course, I survived a bullet word that should've in theory ended my life. I scaled through everything with barely a scratch, I'm not sure what that is but I'll pass it off as a miracle until someone provides a word to properly describe it. If I go through all of that and stand, well I won't be able to stand since it's been a while, but you get the picture, if I can do that, then the consistent factor is hope."

But before we reached him, Tony stepped into our path, his eyes hungrily sweeping over Hope , making me wrap a hand around the back of her neck. She was mine. “Tony ,” I said. He dragged his eyes away from Hope , the glimmer of fun disappearing the moment they met mine. “Damian .” He turned to Hope again. “I don’t think I have formally met the beautiful Hope.” Hope shrunk into my hold. Tony held out his hand to shake hers. It took her a moment, but she extended hers. “Tony ,” Hope said. I don’t know why but I liked the fact that she didn’t say it was nice to meet him.

She said and as the light goes green, all the crowd behind us stroll forth and didn't give a cr*p about that punk who got arrested for jaywalking. "How do you know he's part of them? Thanks for the information, by the way, name is Jonathan, yours?" I smacked my lips before I asked after I introduce myself for her being nice to me so I offer a handshake. "His brother Kyle is a dirty trader in this city with a tattoo like his and yeah mine is Allie" She shake my hand and waved goodbye as we separated ways. It's a beautiful day indeed that today I just met a stranger that might connect to the case I endeavor to crack into.

I know that Anthony notices the disappointment on my face right now. I exhaled and still held hope in my hand that he might know who help me. He might know it. I looked at Anthony directly. "Then do you know who the one who helps me is? Tell me!!" I asked him with excitement, hoping he give me the name of who's my savior.

Champagne flutes are being passed along with hors d'oeuvres. My eyes find Anthony talking to a group of people. He's dressed in a tan suit, with a black shirt underneath. His hair is neatly gelled back and his watch is clasped to his wrist as always. It's the first time I actually pay attention to the tattoos on his hands. The hummingbird catches my attention for some reason. I would not have pegged Anthony Crosswalk to be a tattoo guy. "Is that your future husband?" Fiona glances in Anthony's direction.

"Laylay, allow me to clarify everything for you," Anthony said calmly, looking directly into Layla's eyes. "What happened back then was a big misunderstanding. You misinterpreted my actions, and so did Colonel Zinn." He continued, "The truth is, you're aware of my family's struggles. When I was young, my father passed away because we couldn't afford medical treatment. "After that, I'd always aspired to become a doctor and assist families encountering similar hardships. To achieve this goal, I dedicated myself tirelessly during my college years, saving up to study abroad and advance my education."

"He hasn't let go, he's just afraid that if he hopes and lets himself even believe-maybe, possibly, Jasper is alive, it'll tear him apart all over again." I swallowed hard; my hands shook hard clutching onto the plushy. "What about me? Am I to be expected to bear all of it?” "You are not alone," Anthony said "I am here. And Dante… he is still here, even if he does not know how to show it." His words hung in the air, but they were shallow, a rope thrown out for me that didn't quite reach. I turned away, staring toward Jasper's bed. "I just can't stop hoping, Anthony. I won't. Because if I do…

“I didn’t know how to tell you. Or anyone. I thought I could handle it on my own… but I can’t. Not anymore.” Anthony's mind spun. Out of all the times for this to happen—why now? “Do you… want to keep it?” he asked before he could stop himself. Abby froze. She hadn’t even dared to ask herself that yet. But no matter how messy things were, how scared she felt, the answer was already there. “I don’t want to get rid of it,” she whispered. Something shifted in Anthony. Despite everything—the fear, the guilt, the danger—hope flickered inside him. He’d always wanted to be a father, someday. Maybe not like this. But still.

"But they will never know your name. They will never know that a man named Julian Thorne once loved a teacher named Clara." Hope looked at Julian. He looked up at her, his blue eyes momentarily clearing through the violet haze. He shook his head. “Don't... sign... Hope. Don't... let... them... win... the... story.” The emotional weight hit Hope like a physical blow. To save her parents' lives, she had to erase their legacy. To save their legacy, she had to let them be consumed by the Void. "I'm a Thorne," Hope said, her voice dropping to a lethal, executive whisper. "And we don't sign contracts we didn't write."

Rhea “Look, I’m not here to fight,” Anthony said, wearing that infuriating smile. “What happened was in the past. We can move past that.” “What happened was that you used and manipulated a minor. You should be in jail.” “She is not a minor. Doesn’t look like one either. And I didn’t do anything she didn’t want.” He tilted his head slightly. “You should be glad I’m raised right. You should be asking your daughter some questions instead of standing here pointing fingers at me.”