Good Hope Road Novels & Stories

"Hop in, child." "Thanks." Hope climbed in, her tits jiggling in her boob tube. Father Augustine pulled back onto the highway, his eyes fixed on the road. Jezebel smiled as she continued to whisper in his ear, driving the priest mad with lust for the girl. The priest's face flushed and his knuckles grew white on the steering wheel. See that road ahead, whispered Jezebel. I bet it leads somewhere nice and secluded. Hope is a friendly girl. She'll understand that she needs to pay for her ride.

"Hop in, child." "Thanks." Hope climbed in, her tits jiggling in her boob tube. Father Augustine pulled back onto the highway, his eyes fixed on the road. Jezebel smiled as she continued to whisper in his ear, driving the priest mad with lust for the girl. The priest's face flushed and his knuckles grew white on the steering wheel. See that road ahead, whispered Jezebel. I bet it leads somewhere nice and secluded. Hope is a friendly girl. She'll understand that she needs to pay for her ride.

Hope 'Are u sure this is the right place?' Hope asked Miana and looked at her GPS again. 'Yes, this is the address the Oracle gave us.' Miana confirmed. Hope pulled her car to the rear of the parking lot. The huge red neon sign flashing of a half-naked woman was already annoying her. The sign said Hard Dick's Gentlemen's Club. Hope huffed she seriously doubted there was anything close to gentlemen inside this place. She put the car in park with more force than was necessary and looked at herself in the rear view mirror. Wanting to hide her identity as much as possible. She took her T-shirt off and threw it in the back seat, leaving only her sports bra on. Opting for a black hoodie instead, s

Making a mental note to wash them later. [You can make it up to me later] When he doesn’t reply for a while, I decide it was time for me to leave. I take what I need, close my house and get into my car. I was feeling giddy as I drove to my destination. For once in a long time, I feel like things were falling into place. It doesn’t take me long to get to Hope House. Hope House is a masterpiece, boasting of a sleek and contemporary design. It features clean lines and large glass window. The exterior is painted in soft inviting color palettes that blends in with the lush green surrounding.

Wish me luck, I said. She loves you, he said. She’ll be okay with it. I hope that’s enough. We got into the car and Vinnie pulled into traffic. Hope was like a little kid, watching out the window and gasping when she saw something particularly amazing to her. I could tell that Vinnie was amused by her and I noticed he took a roundabout route that would bring us through some of the more colorful parts of the city. I think he was afraid this would be the last he saw of our Sweet Hope.

Wiping it vigorously with the back of my hand, I looked out the window and something caught my eye. An alleyway. I turned to the driver who was tapping his fingers on the wheel in a bored manner. “Mister, do you, by any chance, know another route or a shortcut?” He stopped tapping and looked at me from the riverview mirror. “I'll double the pay,” I quickly added. Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes. He flashed his yellowish teeth and tipped his cap. “Sit tight, miss!” YES! A grin spread across my face. Who the heck said hope was hard to find? Hope was around every corner.

And because Hope recognizes that look in her grandmother's eyes—the same stubborn determination that runs through all Silverclaw women. "Fine. But I do the talking." They drive to the north gate in tense silence. Hope can feel Sera's anxiety radiating through their familial bond, can sense the war between wanting to see Dante and wanting to run in the opposite direction. I used to merge consciousness and feel exactly what she's feeling, Hope thinks. Now I just guess. Is this better? Worse? Different? She doesn't have an answer. The north gate comes into view, and Hope's breath catches. A massive black SUV idles at the checkpoint, and standing beside it is a man who can only be Dante Nightsha

We shared a deep bond, forged through countless battles and hardships, and I trusted him implicitly. As I entered the room where David awaited me, his eyes filled with determination, I knew that he sought answers. He needed the information I had gathered during my visit to the police station, the pieces of the puzzle that would help us unravel the truth. Mrs. Hope's disappearance was no ordinary case; it was intertwined with the intricate workings of the supernatural world that lurked beneath the surface of Crescentville.

He signaled for us to stay low. ​Julian and I crouched behind the stack of twine-bound newspapers on the platform. I pulled my spiral notebook from my pocket, my graphite pencil poised. ​"There's a secondary road crossing the tracks about half a kilometer ahead," Julian whispered, peering through the iron framework of the walking-beam. "It’s not a major highway, just a dirt transit route between the farming villages."

"Let him die. He's just another worthless man. My boyfriend is Grayson, not that trash." … In the end, I bought Sonny a plot of land and set up a headstone. Not for anything else—just to do what was right. I hope, in the next life, we never meet again.