Hope Not Lirik Novels & Stories

the girl said with a hint of urgency, hoping to dispel any confusion. Hope was a dangerous thing, she thought to herself. It had the power to lift her up to the highest of heights, only to come crashing down with a force that could break her. She couldn't allow herself to hope. It was better to stay grounded and keep her expectations low. But despite her best efforts, a small spark of hope flickered within her, threatening to ignite into a flame that could consume her. Her heart was guarded, shielded from any potential pain. She had been hurt before, and the memory of that pain lingered like a shadow over her every move.

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.

I kept replaying every word, every look, trying to find a reason not to hope. Because hope hurts. “I don’t know what we are,” I whispered. “But I know I want him to come back. And I want him to still be… him.” Loira moved beside me, her shoulder brushing mine. “Then, have faith,” she said. “He’s strong. And if there’s even a spark of good left in Ansel, Elisha will find it.” I finally turned to her, my voice low. “And if there isn’t?” Loira looked away, her jaw tight. “Then we do what needs to be done.”

****** Writer’s pov Alpha Daniel and his family's new plan is to use Hope to make the task easier for them, they need her to do everything humanly possible to find Andra. When Hope got back to the room she kept pacing around angrily, she placed her hand on her head and sat on the bed, the only thing she could think of right now is to destroy Andra. Hope picked her phone and placed a call across to a strange number. “Why have I not gotten any news yet?” She asked the person angrily. “Please ma’am you’ll have to be very patient with us.” The person said to her but Hope was getting impatient already and she needed good news about the search once and for all.

Mira said nodding but not looking that convinced and lisa picked up her stringlet. “This one’s called ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ by Rod Stewart and it’s about to become your favourite.” She said. Mira nodded like the name actually meant something and lisa showed her the notes she needed.

“Try this, Hope is the thing with feathers..’” He interrupted with a groan. “You said no bird poems.” “This one’s different,” I said. “It stays in the heart, not in a cage.” He looked up at me, still skeptical but willing. “Fine. But you say the first part.” I did, the lines rolling off my tongue, softer than I meant them to. “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.”

I cannot bear the thought of being bound to Verónica, but this alternative feels just as overwhelming. “I don't want to get married immediately," I say, my voice softer but still clear. "I want to concentrate on my work, on building my own life. Why is thаt so hаrd tо understаnd?” “Becаuse life doеsn’t wаit, Eric,” she sаys, hеr voiсe gentle but insistent. “Somеtimеs, thе right opportunitiеs comе when yоu leаst eхpect thеm. I really believe this is one of those moments. Lylah's daughter would love you, and you might come to love her too, if you gave her a chance.”

A spark of something forward-moving. Hope.

Lyra As I run back home with tears streaming down my eyes, the image I just saw won’t leave my mind. I knew this was happening. That’s the worst part. Deep down, I knew that Eli was cheating on me. I just ignored all the damn signs. It’s hope. Hope that made me believe that Eli loved me. Hope that we will have a beautiful future. Hope that my life will be filled with joy. Hope is what blinded me to the reality of what was really happening.

‍ “Then‍ we h​an​dle it. But Sa⁠rah—you have to let y‌o​urself hope. You have‌ to let⁠ yourse‍lf beli‍eve this mi‌ght​ work out.” “H​ope‍ fe‌els dangerous.” “Hope is the only‌ th⁠ing kee​ping us alive.⁠” I curled into​ him, t‍his⁠ man who'd weat⁠hered every‍ storm beside‌ me. “I‌’m goin‍g to try. To​ hope. To bel​ieve. To l⁠et this baby have​ a‍ futu⁠re wit‍ho⁠ut my fear po​isoning it.”