False Hope Novels & Stories

Still, Faith couldn’t shake the worry, especially since he was the first among them to face this. Love nudged Hope's arm to give him another lecture. "What do you mean by 'unsuccessful'? Are you seriously worried that Faith will mess up? Have you forgotten that you’re the one who nicknamed him Faithfully? He hasn’t even courted anyone because he’s FAITHful to his future fiancée. Faith can handle married life easily if it comes to that. You should be worried, Hope, because if anyone among us is going to be 'access denied' to your so-called Happily Ever After, it’s going to be you. No one’s going to stick around with you and your wild ways." Hope immediately turned to him. “Don’t cover the jud

After giving her the special medicine, I shook my head regretfully. “I can save her life, but she’ll be paralyzed from now on. Mark’s theory of natural selection doesn’t hold under extreme post-apocalyptic conditions. She’s been exposed to high temperatures for too long. Her internal organs are already ninety percent cooked. Besides, no electrical system can withstand these conditions for long. His refrigerated warehouse is completely useless.” Mr. O'Connor broke down in tears. “My granddaughter, how could you be so foolish, believing that scoundrel Mark? Will risked everything for you, even though you despised him. He developed special medicine for you, and what have you done in return?”

he said angrily. -"Everything you said is just speculation and not reality. I'm really sorry to disappoint you, but as I told you before, your expectations were very high from the beginning" I reasoned. - "But ...but the bond...the mates' thing...you know..... it... can do anything. It can do ... wonders!" he exclaimed disappointingly.

“I know I don’t deserve your trust, but I promise with this, you just need to trust me. I will tell you. Just not now. Now is not the time, bunny.” I stare at her and wonder if I can trust her or not. I could come home from school tomorrow and find her lying in bed fucked up on medication, and everything she is saying now would have been a lie. I don’t need false hope. Hope is a scary thing to feel. It means you are expecting and desiring for a certain thing to happen. It’s the part of faith that focuses on the future. Having hope in my life is a dangerous thing. If I hope too much and then be let down, I don’t know if I can get past it. Now when it’s about he

She clawed at her throat, gasping for air. "I honestly prefer you don't, that would be too boring. That fire in your eyes, that rebellious spirit ... that is what drew me to you. Pray to God to protect you, try and shield your friends. I want you to rebel against me. I want you to keep hope alive and dream of a day when this collar with be broken. Hope is the belief that things will change, that even the most horrible situation will come to an end. People cling to hope because they have no choice but to believe that they can outlast their Hell or that something will happen to change all the rules of the game. But every time the sun rises on their bleak world, every time they feel the strike

"That's why she is doing all to me. She wants to break our relationship so that I will go away from you." "Impossible!" He steps a back "There is no impossible thing in this world, ryan. Everyone is selfish in this world and no one are true in this world. Hope is not a fairy Princess, she is also a human." Ryan was still not believing that Hope can say such things. "Anywhere I dont want to argue with my friend. I am going back to my city now." "Why?" He questioned he back coming to sense. "Are you deaf, ryan?." She grabs his shoulder.

Something inside it looked rotten, and thick red sap poured out into the sea, leaving the water dark and oily. “Mommy, my hands!” Hope’s shout broke through everything. June’s heart nearly stopped. There was Hope, just five, standing by the water. Her little fingers turning black—and still she wasn’t crying. She just stared at the rising Black Sun on the horizon, eyes wide and empty. “It’s calling me,” Hope whispered, that small voice rasping like dry leaves in the wind. “The Reaper says the memories are lies. He says humans just hurt each other. He says darkness is the only truth.”

"Hope? Where? We are on the loosing side no upper hand no strategy no weapons nothing we've been left in the dark and all of a sudden we find out you expect us to win over people who had been planning for decades upon decades? You know it is all an illusion" "There are no lies in all you said apart from one what if I tell you we have an hidden card?"

"Still looking for his wife. Ana. He refuses to believe she's gone. He goes out for a week at a time, then comes back to our old rendezvous point, thinner and more hollow-eyed each time, before heading out again. He leaves little markers for her, piles of stones, messages scratched onto walls… as if she's just lost and will find her way if he just leaves enough breadcrumbs." Jake was quiet for a long moment, absorbing this. "Hope is a powerful thing," he said finally, his voice low. "It can keep you going long after you should have quit. But it can also hollow you out from the inside, make you a ghost long before you're actually dead."

"You damned Hope. You damned yourself. You damned humanity. For a lie. For a promise they will never keep. For a daughter who will hate you when she learns what you did to save her." "They promised. They promised she would live. They promised—" "Promises mean nothing. You should know that by now. You should have learned that from everything we survived. Everything we fought. Everything we lost." Behind the glass, Hope stood. Walked. Moved like a machine. Like a puppet. Like exactly what the Consortium made her. She looked at me. No recognition. No love. No memory of who I was. Who she was. Who we were together. Just emptiness. Just programming. Just optimization.