False Hope Novels & Stories

says the teenager with a chortle, “You think that means Prince Desoare is in this kingdom.” “I don’t want to destroy anyone’s hope but I think I might have to give you all an old reminder here,” observes a man with a greyish beard. He looks to be the oldest in the room. Both Mariet and the teenager stop arguing, glancing reluctantly at the old man. “False hope is sometimes more dangerous than the enemy itself. We have been too hopeful in the past with no plan. It’s time we learned from the past. Also, let’s not jump to conclusions.”

“We’re not children, Liviana. It’s not that simple, and it’ll never be so easy. If you ever thought otherwise, you might as well pack your bags now because you’ll never make it with that delusional mentality of hope.” “It’s not delusion, Blaze. Nor hope.” She says. “What would you call it, then?” “Being helpful?” She suggests. “Being productive? Kind? A good person? I’m not sure, but it sure as hell isn’t what you’re talking about. It’s not some childlike kind of hope. I’m not doing all this just praying that we’ll become best of friends and everything will just be all perfect for the rest of our lives, because you’re right, that is delusional. And I promise you, I’m not delusional.”

"No. I need to sleep alone. Need to fight the darkness by myself tonight. If I'm near you, near any of you, it whispers louder. Promises things. Tempts me." "What does it promise?" I ask. "Power." Hope's eyes go distant. "Control. The ability to reshape reality however I want. To make a world where no one suffers. No one dies. No one fights. Just peace. Forever." "That sounds good," Luna says carefully. "Why is that bad?" "Because it's not real peace." Hope looks at her. "It's oblivion. Nothingness. The end of all choice. All freedom. All life. The void disguised as paradise. And part of me wants it. Craves it. Would do anything for it."

I need to be careful not to let those small sweet moments he shows me turn into hope for more. Hope only brings disappointment. Out of all things I’ve learned in my life, this one has been the truest. As a kid, I hoped for a new family when my current one was just another nightmare. I hoped a loving family would adopt me and I would be able to be happy. Those hopes led to nothing. All I got were memories I want to forget. Memories that were brought up again by seeing two people who stared in them for too long. Another thing I had hoped for was that someone would find out what they were doing and never let them near a child again. That clearly never happened and now they took things too far.

Like too big shoes that will never fit your feet and forever only give you blisters. Since he had gotten rid of hope, he had been sitting hopelessly drunk at some counter until his days would blur, and everything in them would seem even duller than before. He wore desperation like a comfortable coat and snuggled into it, he'd feel relieved, because without hope you cannot get disappointed and won’t ever disappoint anyone else.

He turned, pleading, to the senior women who had once doted on and shielded him in every way they could. But now those women looked at him with shock, with disgust, with contempt. They drew back as if from a plague, putting clear distance between themselves and him. So he flung his last hope toward the teacher who had once prized him like a gem—Lyra Moonglass. Lyra was watching him too, her expression a tangled knot. There was the anger of being deceived, the regret of being fooled, but most of all the hollowness left when a dream falls apart.

She said and cried again. "Stop crying dear, the truth will be revealed. I trust you." Monica's father said. "Even if the world turns upside down I will still trust you. Stay strong darling. I promise to get you out of this. In life have hope even when it is hard to do. When there is life there is hope, I will continue praying for you. In God we trust, he won't disappoint us." Her mother consoled wiping off her own tears with the tip of her cloth. "Don't lose hope."

Hailee pouted sarcastically, “You two can finally be together now. . . how disgusting,” “You know what Hailee, I’ve had enough with your bullshit. You think you’re this perfect girl, but in reality. . . you’re a sad case. I mean come on, you’re so desperate for some affection you had to get from a fifteen-year-old. You’re a slut who doesn’t think about anyone but herself. You’ve treated me like shit my whole life, but I brushed it off because I thought you were my “friend”, but no. You’re a loser, and you deserve to drop fucking dead,” I glared at her and she looked at me furiously.

The two of us had lost all hope of ever finding a happy ending such a long time ago. When we agreed to be the Witch Queen's mate some of that hope returned, as we had both thought that maybe if we put in an effort this time, we could actually be happy. I wasn't so sure about that anymore though, but he disagreed. He still believes that we can help her, or more that we were chosen to help her through this dark period in her life. Unfortunately we can't do anything if she won't let us though, which is what I have to keep reminding him. Regardless, she was our problem now, so we just had to figure out a way to live with her.

"Whatever that means. Whatever it becomes." He meets my eyes. The directness that disarmed his control from our first confrontation. "I felt wanted. The wanting I have trained myself never to acknowledge. The wanting she offered for fifteen years and I refused because I did not believe it was possible, and you offer now and I do not know whether the possibility is genuine or merely hope dressed as strategy." "Hope." The word emerges soft. "You name it hope." "I call it uncertainty. The hope that uncertainty itself might be genuine."