Anthony Hope Novels & Stories

One who cared. There was hope and at that moment Anthony knew he had been using the wrong tactic. He had seen Ted’s reaction to Cathy when she was sick. He had been willing to let her go just so that her life would not be in danger. The real Theodore Cyneric was a man who cared about people. He cared about keeping them safe. He didn’t want to hurt them. But the monster was a whole different story. Anthony stood up. “I think you are wrong. People may hate the monster but they love you.”

Anthony said, dramatically. Anthony was bi-sexual he was a fine caramel smooth skin man he was athletic built he played football for the school he also had the potential to go to the NFL. When I first moved in we shared an elevator and he saw a Florida state hoodie in my basket, and he acted like he was offended that I would dare be a fan of their rival team. We became good friends since that day, but once he told me he also liked men and only ever had serious relationships with men, and women were mostly just sex only lasting for months, but that’s about it.

He turned to the basketball table and searched briefly until he spotted Maddox and then quickly looked away. “Damn Pearce! You like everyone,” I said staring at him with a grin on my face. “If you had half the confidence I did, you’d have been a player.” Anthony became my favorite color again and didn’t meet either of our gazes. His eyes were set on his sandwich and he tore at a tiny piece of it to keep his hands busy. “Yeah, but just one small problem, they are not gay. Or bi,” Dante stated plainly.

Carefully listening to their conversation. “Death is not what I fear, Diana. I only wish for my daughter to have the happy life she deserves,” my mom sobs. “She may look fine but deep down I know that my girl is sick of her father’s hideous cruelty. And I’m not able to do anything for her.” The way she is crying, it aches my heart. “That’s why I’m here for your help, Lylah,” Mrs Salvatore says softly. “For how long, Diana? All the things you ever did for me and my children make me ashamed of myself, as I'm not in a position to repay the debt.”

He turns to me, his glare full now, as he does not bother hiding it anymore. "Excuse me?" He asks, his voice stunned, like he cannot believe someone would speak to him like that "You heard me, turn it off. Now," I respond, restating my earlier words, but he only scoffs and says "You are no less than the help here; who are you to tell me what it is that I can and cannot do?" Anthony represents one thing in my life: the population of people who are so privileged, and because of that privilege, they expect the world to fall over and lick their boots, but I have a knack for straightening errant and unruly kids. So he is nothing special.

“I think you just scared the universe.” Gravehowl’s presence rumbles with deep approval. Good. It needed it. I look out over Midnight, feeling the land settle into itself—scarred, alive, unbroken. This wasn’t a battle. It was a declaration. And for the first time since the Crown chose me, I feel something new bloom alongside responsibility. Hope. The world hasn’t ended. It’s just beginning to listen.

Every night, he appears in my steamy dreams and satisfies all my wild cravings. That was enough for me since I knew I would never see him again until that day when Hope knocked on my door. She introduced herself as my new roommate, and before the end of the day, I already knew everything about her. Hope is the 19-year-old daughter of billionaire business tycoon, Tony. Her mom is out of the picture since she cheated with his best friend and her dad divorced her. Since then, Hope has no tolerance for betrayal, especially from friends, which is why she didn’t keep close friends, but I was different… so she says. She liked me and, funny as it seemed, she actually pronounced me her best friend. I

The ranch was technically Carter's, but he'd given her the space to make it all about kids. Mia had all sorts of amazing ideas for this place. She wanted foster kids to come and learn tools to make their lives better, to give them confidence, and mostly a place to belong. Mountain Hope Ranch in Silver Springs was going to change a lot of kids' lives for the better, Laura knew it in her bones.

My heart is joyful and grateful seeing him having fun. We went like the old days; he can grab my hand easy or hug me like before. I’m happy and is trying not to think too much of it. I’m scared about falling deeper but I’m letting everything since Carina isn’t here anymore. “Things are becoming weird,” Hailey told me one night. Angelo isn’t there anymore since he already went back to the mansion. “Why do you think so?” I asked. “You and him are not supposed to be close,” she said. And sat on the side of my bed.

He showed no trace of the hard, haunted look I had assumed he’d been born with. I skimmed the brief bio. Age: Twenty-seven (which would make him thirty-five now). Height: Six-foot-three”. Weight: Two hundred pounds. Idea of a perfect date: A “Secrets of Ankelo” marathon. I fell back against the cushions. Secrets of Ankelowas a campy fantasy television series that had been a guilty pleasure of mine during its three-year run. Wow! He was an “Ankie”. Who would’ve guessed?