Hope Rising Book Novels & Stories

she read aloud. It's a book written by Collen hover and Ria has always been a fan of Collen hover. She had read almost all her books and this particular one she planned on getting after reading "It starts with us" but she wasn't able to do so because her trip to New York happened. Ria was extremely excited. She would find a way to ask her boss for it. Maybe he might borrow her. Placing the book on her chest, Ria closed her eyes in smile.

Liora, her gaze fixed on the glowing book, whispered, "It's like it's calling to us, urging us to take a leap of faith." The room was thick with tension, the weight of history, and the unknown future pressing down on them. The decision they made now could change the course of their world forever. Suddenly, the room darkened, and the candles that lined the chamber began to flicker erratically. The glow from the book intensified, and it slowly began to levitate, causing everyone to take a step back in awe and apprehension. "It's alive!" Orion gasped. Liora's eyes widened, her fingers reaching out to the book, but she paused, hesitating. "No, it's not alive. It's reacting to something... or som

Serenity POV I square my shoulders, stand straight, and follow my father's unit up the steps. I feel my unit fall into formation behind me and am proud to call them mine. It came so naturally. I never realised what I had been missing out on growing up by pushing these wolves away. Since I woke up in that hospital, with all my secrets laid bare, I had barely been able to catch a minute alone. I know they are worried about when the penny will drop, and I will crash. I know they all watch me, waiting for my breakdown. But they are doing that to be there to catch me when I fall, and nothing feels better than knowing I have them. I won't fall. I won't crash. I have never been better in my life, n

However, I have decided to pause book 8 and go back in order to do it justice, not only for the series and myself but, more importantly, for you, the readers. I am going to share something a little personal about myself - I am a perfectionist as well as AuDHD, and because this story and overall series has grown since I first started into having so many characters and plot points that intertwine, it proved extremely difficult to keep track of and keep it straight, which is why I made this decision to go back to the beginning and write it in order. Book 1 is The Rebellious Alpha. Book 2 is The Beta's Feral Alpha, which I am currently writing. Then we will have 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and finally 8, whi

The moon hung low, its silver light spilling across the grounds of Montclair Manor. Isabella sat by the window, staring out into the sprawling garden, now shrouded in the cold darkness of night. Her fingers absently traced the edges of the book that had become a constant companion—a reminder of everything she had lost and everything she stood to gain. The past few days had been a blur of uncertainty. Valerie’s warning still echoed in her mind, a chilling reminder of the world she had been born into but had never truly understood.

The higher you climb, the more people want to see you fall. Yet, something deep inside tells me that Eunia wouldn’t do that. There’s just something about her—something I can’t quite name—that makes me trust her. That makes me believe she’ll keep her word. So having someone who can stand by me—even if it’s just for show—feels good. Liberating, even. I glance away, feeling the unwanted heat crawl up my neck, but it’s no use. Try as I might, my body isn’t listening to me.

She pats her abdomen for emphasis. Once she closes the door to her room behind her, she finds herself pacing back and forth, desperate for something to do. She can't seem to sit for too long. Her eye catches a book she's been wanting to read. Reading hasn't exactly fit her mood lately. In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter.

He leaned down, placing his hand on his knee, bringing his face level with mine. "Tell me, June," he whispered, loud enough for the front row of the pack to hear. "Does it burn? Does it feel like your soul is being shredded? Because that is the sound of reality finally catching up to your delusions. You thought you could be my equal. You thought a nameless, rootless orphan could sit on a throne."He reached out, not to touch me, but to flick a stray bead from my dress. "You even tried to dress the part. But a crow in silver feathers is still a crow."He stood back up, looking around the room at the hundreds of eyes watching my downfall.

The book I was reading wasn't in sight, so I went exploring the shelves until I found it at the top. I opened it and began searching for information about my strange kidnapper and my nephew's father. It was then that I came across a title that caught my attention: “The Rise of Harvey Bloodclaw.”

That night, he thanked me for the first time. Life with him began to feel warm. He'd bring me warm milk when I stayed up late reading papers, and I'd make him homemade lunch boxes. Though we didn't talk much, a sense of mutual understanding began to form between us. Change came the day I went to the Harrison Group building to deliver some documents. In the elevator, a woman in black-rimmed glasses kept staring at me. "Are you a Northbridge Institute of Technology student?" "I used to be." "Perfect!" She pulled out a business card. "I'm a casting director for Streamora. We're looking for someone to play a genius from the Northbridge Institute of Technology. Are you interested?"