Book Tragedy And Hope Novels & Stories

Astra's pov: I tried to dodge him. He was too quick. All I could do was turn around. Ugh! He got me. Blood gushed down my back. It hurt so bad. Blood! More blood now. It made me nauseous. Why was all this happening? I couldn't hold back my tears. What hurt me more than the wound on my back was all that was happening around me. Dad tried so hard to make us a peaceful pack. He died for it. Was it meaningless?

There were two famous deadweights in Kingsgate's high society. One was me, Millie Tanner, the pampered little princess whose only talents were shopping and throwing parties. The other was my childhood friend, Iver Langford, the fragile young heir born with autism and congenital heart failure. However, my older brother was the most feared name in the underworld, and my second brother was the richest man in the country. Iver's older sister was the undefeated queen of the courtroom, and his second sister was a surgeon whose hands could bring back the dead. One day, the four of them were chatting over a game of poker. "Raising one hopeless case takes the same effort as two. Might as well pair

"But Layla, promise me something. Don't say yes because you're afraid of what happens if you say no. Say yes only if some part of you actually believes it's right. We'll survive the foreclosure if we have to. We survived Dad. We'll survive this too, whatever happens. I don't want you marrying a stranger out of desperation and calling it hope." "I don't think it's desperation," Layla said slowly, testing the truth of the words as she spoke them. "I think, somewhere underneath all the fear, it actually is hope. I think I want to believe good things can still happen to this family, even after everything we've lost. I think I want to believe in something instead of just surviving one crisis afte

' the thought of her being turned into some sort of unnatural abnormality made my mood miserable I stopped my train of thought and decided to stay away from it, despite my overflowing curiosity. 'Whatever it is, I have a feeling that I should not touch it, the characters who are too curious in a horror movie always end up being the first ones to die,' I thought as I tried to get up and flee quickly but... My luck seems to be as horrible as ever... The hand that was supporting me slipped! Which made my footing unstable and I fell directly onto the floor! *THUD* "Aagh! my leg... shit! it hurts so bad!!" I tried my best to ignore the pain and immediately reached out my hand, so that I could tak

Parents who'd just made love while their daughter carried the world's fate. "We're terrible people," Trina whispered. "We're human. Flawed. Selfish. Probably doomed." "The Architects will judge us for this. For choosing pleasure over responsibility." "Let them. I'm tired of performing. Tired of pretending to be better than I am." She leaned against him. "What if Hope dies tomorrow? What if this is a trap and we lose her?" "Then we failed. As parents. As humans. As everything." "And you're okay with that?"

“Take it witnessed. Sovereign and witness together. Not to keep it. To pass through it. To empty what they forced into it and return the first design to the body it was stolen from.” Hope is a dangerous thing in collapsing places. It can make you stupid. Reckless. Willing to hear salvation where there is only one more trap. But this did not feel like hope exactly. It felt like pattern. Like the same truth we had been clawing toward all night wearing one final, brutal face: anything split for the sake of control could only be healed by what had been severed returning together.

"Laura, we did say we can fulfill any of your wishes, but you shouldn't go too far." I forced myself to remain calm, wiped the tears from my eyes, took a deep breath, and turned to face the cameras. "I never thought of driving Lily, who's adopted and whose parents are still alive, away. My wish is to sever all ties with the Jackson family."

“Hope just happens to be part of that today.” We walked down the hall together, sunlight spreading across the floors. Keegan had paid a price no one asked him to pay. Years of his life burned away in one night. But he’d given Gia and Levi what they needed — truth, time, and a bond stronger than anything fate had managed to break. And maybe that was enough. Maybe, for once, the story didn’t end with loss. Maybe it was finally shifting toward something better. Something earned. Something healed.

I admit, shaking my head. “It’s complicated, I know,” he says softly. “You’re allowed to grieve the loss and still celebrate the survival.” “It feels wrong to be happy when—” I start. “When there’s loss involved, yes,” he finishes gently. “But Dorothy, this baby has endured more in these weeks than many do in a full pregnancy. That resilience matters.” “I’m scared to believe you,” I say quietly. “I understand,” he replies. “Hope feels dangerous after what you’ve been through. But this is not false hope. This is measurable, beating, thriving hope.”

"He knew you might forget. He said he loved you enough for both of you, in case your memory ever failed." "He sounds wise." "He was. You chose well." "Did I choose well with everything else?" Hope considered the question carefully. "You made mistakes. Sometimes big ones. But you always chose love in the end. You chose forgiveness over bitterness, healing over revenge, hope over despair." "And that worked?" "It built a foundation that's saved over half a million people. So yes, it worked." As the days passed, my lucid moments became rarer. Whole days would go by where I didn't know where I was, who Hope was, or why this stranger kept trying to make me look at photographs.