Novel & Cerita Hope Andrea Mikaelson

and he did. It was those days with him that Hope was born. My daughter and my blood. Hope was a hybrid. Having both the powers of a vampire and that of a witch from her grandmother; she lived by my side till the war that had us all scattered. It's been quite a long time since I last saw my family and the one who has always been here with me from the start was Lea. I have to make sure to apologize for being a little too hard on her especially since she was right.

In a serious tone, Andrea confirmed her name to Marcus. With a single sigh, Marcus revealed, “My cousin hides himself here, because someone from our family wants him dead. Actually, you’re his savior!” “What? Me? His savior?” pointing herself with a baffled expression, Andrea asked. “Yes! You he –” “Stop it! She had nothing to do with it, so she doesn’t need to know!” Miguel cut-off Marcus conclusively. He casted a look from Andrea’s baffled expression before facing Marcus and spoke again, “You bring it over, right?”

Reluctantly, I said, “I’m already feeling something.” “I figured.” He looked away. “I hoped I could fight it. I didn’t want to drag you into my life. My problems and responsibilities. But it's getting next to impossible to stay away from you.” “Then don’t.” “It’s not that simple, Hails. Being luna is one hell of a responsibility. I put you in immediate danger. Not just from the outside world, but everyone in ours. From those who want to overthrow my family and me…” he took a deep breath. “My sister was caught in the middle of it. She died. I can’t lose anyone else in the way I lost her.”

For us. "He'll call. He has to call," I muttered to myself. My eyes kept darting to my phone, lying uselessly on the coffee table. No ring. No vibration. Nothing. Andrea sat slumped in one of the armchairs, her face buried in her hands, soft, broken sobs shaking her small frame. I couldn't blame her. How could I? Her mother, Luna, was out there, captured by a ghost. Her second older brother, Riccardo, a man she thought was dead, was the monster behind it all.

Sky sighs, but she lets Bobbie walk away from us. "She'll come around soon," Sky murmurs, looking at me. But before I can respond, someone else walks inside. Hope. Hope Anderson is the wild card of the family, she's always been. I’ve never had any issues with her, she liked me from the get go and the more I took care of Sky, the more she respected me. And viceversa, whenever I witnessed how protective she was of Sky, I liked her more. Hope looks like a supermodel and I remember she had a quick phase during high school where she tried to actually model, but she's too explosive for that. Ivanna pulled her out of that world before she tried to attack another photographer for giving