Dont Give Me Hope Novels & Stories

She looked at her and asked, "Madam, do you want me to bring your food here since you are not well?" Mrs Martins looked at Hope coldly, but she didn't utter a word. Hope turned and walked towards the door. Mrs Martins was furious when she saw Hope leaving and asked, "Who gave you permission to leave?" Hope didn't turn and said, "Madam, I thought you became mute after playing in the rain. Hence, I decided to leave you alone." Then she left Mrs Martins' bedroom laughing. Mrs Martins felt humiliated to be laughed at by a mere helper in her house.

“Then I hope you'll find him soon.” I closed my eyes and instantly thought of the most dreadful what-ifs. Then I exhaled slowly, shoving away my fears. Having a second-chance mate could equal death. I knew that I wouldn't survive another rejection. My instincts didn't want me to lie to Kaan, but I had to save my honesty for another day. For now, I turned slightly to face him, stretched my lips into a smile, and said, “I hope so too.”

I wanted to scream in pain but I held it in and just laid on the cold ground covered with dirt and grass, blaming my situation. "Why..is this.. happening..to me, I..*cough* *cough*, agh! I..need water..," I cried Just as I was about to give up, I was slowly starting to realize the gravity of the situation I was in. If I gave up now, I'll be as good as dead. I struck my hands on the soil and supported my body to rise from the dirt-covered ground. I can't keep laying here forever like a defeated person I reassured my uneasy self by telling this to myself

If I can survive here without being killed or attacked, that would be more than what I deserve I guess. No more expectations. No more feelings. No more HOPE!

And the quiet hope in all of it. I wasn’t giving up. Not now. Not ever.

I was surprised to see the bracelet I'd worn for six years presented to me in perfect condition, but after a second glance, I noticed that some of the beads were marred with thin fissures. "I don't need it anymore," I said. "You may as well give it to Erna." Arnold cast his gaze down sadly. "I'm sorry for what I've done to you. I only realized how terrible I'd been to you after you left. Give me a chance to compensate for my mistakes, can you?" With a frown, I declined without hesitation, "No. Why would I put myself through living hell twice?"

He frowned and muttered, "She won't even pick up her phone because she's sulking! All she does is make her elders worry. She's not mature at all, unlike Zoe!" "I'm already dead. Wouldn't you get a heart attack from fright if I actually did answer?" I was used to talking back to him, but I felt like I had made a mistake once the words slipped out of my mouth. "You don't even know that I'm dead." He would enjoy the silence now that I wasn't around. A couple of years might actually go by without him realizing that I was dead. My dad would worry if he were out of contact with Zoe even for a couple of minutes.

“The same Mr. Black? The one who literally never smiles, never bends the rules, never even looks sympathetic? He won’t even want to see you, let alone listen.” “Then what should I do?” My voice broke on the last word. Tears spilled over before I could stop them, hot and fast down my cheeks. “I don’t know how to fix this mess. I don’t want my mom overthinking because of me. I promised her. I tried so hard. But this is what I get? What am I supposed to do now?” The sobs came harder, chest heaving. I curled in on myself, arms wrapped tight around my knees like that could hold everything together.

The city lights reflected across the glass in blurred streaks of gold and white. Damian stared at his phone. The screen had already gone dark. The call lasted less than ten seconds. Yet somehow it had changed everything. His heart was still racing. He hated that. He hated losing control. He hated uncertainty. Most of all, he hated hope. Because hope was dangerous. Hope made people careless. Hope made people believe things they wanted to believe. And right now, he desperately wanted to believe that the voice belonged to his mother. But wanting something didn't make it true.

“I love you.” She closed her eyes for a brief moment. “I know and I love you too.” Hope exploded inside my chest. She opened her eyes again. “But love isn’t enough anymore.” The hope disappeared just as quickly. “What do you mean?” “I mean I’m tired…Tired of hoping, forgiving and waiting. I have nothing left to give you.” I held her hand tighter and she didn’t pull away. “I know I don’t deserve another chance, I also know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but please…Don’t end us like this.I thought I finally had you back before everything spiraled again.”