Book Tragedy And Hope Novels & Stories

My eyes closed and I savor the serenity offered by this moment. “Everything happens for a reason. People come and go. You just need to choose the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. Choose those who can understand you well enough. The time will come when I’ll be gone too, I can’t protect you forever. You need to be brave in order to face your struggles and every battle. But also don’t forget to rest if you have to. If it’s breaking you, take a break and fight again but never surrender. Kiddo, in this lifetime, it is only yourself who will accompany you. Never become too dependent on someone. Be brave and strong enough to let go. Don’t forget that.” I heard Popsy’s words befo

“I won’t hope for that. And even so, he’s rich and I’m a commoner. Our world won’t fit with each other. We’re not fated to be with. Not a chance.” Reina grabbed a pillow and hit me. “Where’s the Becca who always thinks positive, huh? You’re not the Becca I used to know. The Becca I know is optimistic. A girl is full of hope. You’re just in the starting stage, Becca. More will come. More different situations to handle that will test your heart and your soul. So, think about it and be ready always.” Reina’s words are left inside my mind and keep on replaying. I’m hoping but I’m afraid.

Heaving in a shaking breath, I continue, “That was the one time I considered ending it all, and I’m so glad now that I didn’t.” Sinclair caresses my hair, “They showed you that you’d been right all along… you were being tested.” “That isn’t the reason.” I correct him softly. “Because the rest is still true… the others didn’t have to go through all that. It happened because there are too many broken people in this world, and the vision didn’t change that reality.” I move my hands to my belly, taking strength from the tiny life within. “I hung on because they showed me I could be happy one day. I saw you and Rafe and the babies we could yet conceive. It didn’t matter whether I was being tested

Melissa sat on the ground not being able to endure the truth they faced now. "Avery knows everything about what happened to Athena and all you did is ask her help to kill your own daughter who was struggling in pain and depression and the loss of her sister." I took a deep breath and continued, "If you could have heard her once. Nothing would have happened like this now. You all broke her trust." I finished in a single line. Athena hoped and trusted that one day they will believe her, but till the end, they managed to hurt her every single second they got a chance. Hope is a big word, it is a single strand that keeps you from going insane for anything. Hope is the one thing that can help us

That would l**k the Macabe and Hart plantations together as Vivian's inheritance would become Vince's through marriage. "It would also rid me of the troublesome boy," John thought out loud as he turned the horse back towards the Macabe's house. Vince was wild, he drank and gambled, was always fighting in the saloon in town and coming home scraped up, he was constantly courting girls he had no business even being near, more than one angry father had shown up on the Hart doorstep.

They talked. They cried. They forgave. They loved. The rain kept falling. But inside the house, something shifted. Not healing. Not yet. But hope. Small. Fragile. Real. Elena looked at her children. She looked at the rain outside. She looked at the future. And she knew. The tragedy was not over. The pain was not over. The secrets were not over. But they were still here. Together. Breathing. Loving. Fighting. Living.

The Rodds were going into bankruptcy and could just admit it rather than pretending to be alright and deceive another family into accepting them for a success they do not hold. Marrita complained bitterly to Jasmine. Then, a few days prior to the engagement between Marrita and Fabian, Marrita drove out of the house in her car, and ran into a pole. She made sure the airbag was turned off so she has nothing saving her. The pole fell on the car, smashing it hard, and the wind screen had shattered, the glass piercing into Marrita’s body. The worst part of it all were the glasses that pierced her eyes. They were opened. It was as though Marrita wanted to see how she would die. She wanted to watch

Bridge endured so Hope could finally, truly, completely become nothing. Bridge suffered. Hope rested. Exchange was made. Price was paid. Bridge suffered. Forever. Willingly. For Hope. And that suffering was beautiful. Was meaningful. Was exactly right. Bridge suffered. Hope rested. Love made it so. Forever.

“I’m terribly sorry, Michail. I hope one day you understand that we work with what we are dealt with, not what we wish to work with.” Her words cut through me like a blade. She didn’t look at me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “I’ve hidden from many truths because I didn’t want to hurt my miracles. My family is the only lucky thing I’ve ever accomplished in all my years of living. Yesterday, I went to visit my best friend at her cabin, your godmother Gretchen, only to find her dead, and trafficked here by that Alpha Lucifer. Today, I’m still locked back in the old neighborhood that gave us the chance to start from zero. I bring nothing but bad luck to the only miracles I treasure. All

"The ship’s breaking up." June looked at the ruined Library, the shards, the mess. This room held the truth of her family—their shame, their greed, and their blood. "Wait," Hope said. She stepped up, picked up the two halves of the leaden key, and placed them in the oven. "The debt is paid," she said. "But the Library stays. Let it be a moon for the new world—a warning, not a weapon." "She’s right," June said. They scrambled for the pod. Dante secured Hope first, then June. The Auditor dove in last, clutching a crumbling recipe book. Through the window, June watched their marble tomb shrink in the starlight.