Hope Not Lirik Novels & Stories

Silver-gold lanterns drifting lower across the balcony. Watching. Waiting. Then softly— impossibly— a melody echoed through the night air. The same fractured humming Void remembered. His entire body went still. The lanterns above us pulsed gently in rhythm with the song. One by one— lights across the horizon turned toward him. Recognition. The apartment door slid open behind us. Hope stepped onto the balcony sleepily rubbing her eyes. The moment she heard the melody— she smiled. “Oh.” Void looked at her sharply. Hope stared upward toward the Quiet Stars with complete certainty.

"You have thirty seconds before the handshake times out. Go!" Julian took a breath, his heart hammering against his ribs. He didn't speak as a CEO. He didn't speak as a soldier. "Hope," he whispered into the void. "It’s me. The lights are already on. You don't need to burn the house down to find me. I’m coming to the farm. I’m coming to the Origin. Stay quiet. Stay dark. Follow the music." He hummed the final, haunting bar of the nocturne—the one that ended on a question, waiting for a resolution.

Hunter had actually slipped in a CD and the humm of the intro had began playing. __🎶Firstly I gotta say the truth Everything seems impossible Yes it is actually impossible But I hope to be happy that's true🎶__ The song was highly unfamiliar, I couldn't even pin the voice to someone. So I was gullibly listening to whatever mantra the lady behind the scene was chanting. __🎶Secondly I cannot believe in you You've hurt me not one not two I'm still gonna play it like its cool But I hope to be happy that's true🎶__

] *** So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do What are you waiting for? [Ryan lower his tone and deamed the music He remember the first meeting of hope and him. The way she fall her cuteness and fear both are exotic. Her beautiful hazel eyes. They way he get goosebumps everytime ge sees her.] . . . . Hope was not in a good mood that's why she sat on the stairs. She didn't wanted to attend classes. Suddenly she listen his voice.

Hope thought to herself. Hope was the happiest on the table seeing that Liliana and Daniel aren’t looking each other in the eyes. “This is my opportunity to start chaos” Hope thought to herself. “Daniel, I don't think your wife is aware of the rules in this house because I expect her to know that there are some things that have been existing in this house way before you both got married,” Hope said, trying to stir up the whole issue.

My sister Mia and I both had a crush on Alpha Felix. But Mia was sweet and knew exactly how to act cute. Felix only had eyes for her—just like our parents. Even when Mia and I competed for the position of Chief Beta, Felix chose her without a second thought. So, I left the pack in a fit of anger, determined to make a name for myself. Six years later, I became the strongest female Alpha in North America, leading the Crimson Pack. But my family and Felix knew none of this. That is, until I heard that Felix’s Crescent Pack was facing a severe financial crisis and desperately needed a powerful ally to survive. I looked at my schedule and let out a soft smirk. The name written next to the 10:00 A

Evalina closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks. “He once said, ‘If I can’t have you, no one can.’ But I thought… I thought he was just angry back then…” “Evalina, I will find him,” Hunter vowed, his voice firm, almost a promise. “I’ll bring Hope back. Alive.” --- A few hours later, Hunter’s phone buzzed with an email. No sender. No subject. Just one image—Hope, lying on a tattered mattress in a dark room. Below the photo, a message:

He picked up the guitar and began to sing. "Lory, this is for you. Our last love song." (Dear Gangster Trilogy OST: Our Last Love song by HeavenKnowsFLO) Breath in, to wake up. You know that I am here. Breath in, to stand up. You know that I will walk with you. Breathing out so deeply The air that I need, the one who gives me hope. Three months and ninety days, I am still waiting for you. Waiting for the miracle that you will come back.

With the hope of something like forgiveness. To be continued...

But something else. Hope.