Hope Series By Jaci Burton Novels & Stories

“Well, I’m trying to channel your excitement. Isn’t that what you wanted?” “Yes, but chill,” she laughed. “Anyways, to answer your questions, we’re thinking of going to Bora Bora, we’ll probably stay till the following weekend, and uhm, what else did you ask again?” “How’re we getting there?” “Right. Ryan’s dad is going to lend us his private jet,” she replied, doing a little dance. “I’ve never been on a private jet before so I’m super excited”. “Yeah, I can tell,” I said, laughing at her.

being happy about each other's path. “1... 2... 3...Clear...” Being fine ... “Raise the voltage!” ...when you see them walk away from your life. But, me... “Her heartbeat is getting too slow.” ... I'll come with him... We'll end up together again. We'll be happy. He is waiting for me... My hope is not here... I am... Blair... and this is my own happy ending. “Ms. Blair Novak. Time of death May 4, 2020, 9:00 pm.”

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

She shoves a tissue to her mouth with one hand. Her other hand grips mine, squeezing so hard her nails bite into my skin. Her shoulders tremble violently as the heart monitor’s tempo spikes. Next to us, Queenie just cries, a hand pressed firmly over her mouth. “Do you know what hope is?” Rayana chokes out between the coughing and the tears. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now? Hope is the most addictive substance on this earth, Ember. More addictive than the herbs, more destructive than anything Rafael ever put in a compound. I have been HOPING for months. I hoped when they said six months. I hoped when the coughing started. I hoped when the blood came and I told myself i

Jackson watched the sleeping baby in his arms and blinked back his tears. He was leaving his precious little girl in chaos. All his efforts to find the witch had failed. She’d disappeared after Amber and Miss Roberts had failed. He assumed the witch knew there was no point now. She’d already achieved her goal of making the rest of his life miserable. “I’m sorry, Hope,” he whispered. “I know you’ll become a better person than I was, even in any adversity. Do you know why? Because you also have your mother in you. You are going to be magnificent.”

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

He just kept watching her like she had changed something without meaning to. And maybe she had. Later, the noise faded into locker room echoes and metal benches and half-finished conversations. Hope sat with her head tipped back against the wall, a water bottle resting against her knee. Her muscles burned in that good way, earned exhaustion, and controlled victory. Until the door opened. The sound was subtle. But it changed the air. Hope didn’t look up immediately. She already knew who it was. “You always stare like that?” Kade’s voice came first. Calm. Even. Low enough that it didn’t demand attention, but somehow took it anyway. She finally looked.

"And you don't have to decide anything today about what that means. But Jake — for what it's worth, I think your dad was right. I think you'd understand exactly what that kid needs, better than almost anyone else could." Hope, from her spot on the rug, had grown tired of the blocks and crawled determinedly toward them, pulling herself upright against Jake's knee with the fierce, wobbling triumph of a child recently discovered how to stand. Jake looked down at her, something shifting behind his eyes — grief and shock still very much present, but something else moving in alongside them now, something that looked, unmistakably, like the early, tentative shape of a decision beginning to form. "S

he asks, looking around. “Essence,” Tanya says from the doorway where she’s watching Levi take care of Hope. I walk over to her. “It’s not your fault.” “Yes, it is. I got drunk and I posted that I was in New York. Hope nearly died because of me. If I hadn’t posted that …” Her voice cuts off on a choked sob. I slide a hand over her arm. “Remind me, why was Hope hired to protect you?” I ask her.

Clara whispered. Hope looked down. Her copper band—the one Julian had given her when she graduated from the New Kyoto Hub—was turning purple. "It’s tracking us through the pulse-rhythm of our hearts," Hope said, her voice trembling. "Mom, if we stay here, we bring the Foreclosure to Port Trinity. We bring the end of the world to the people we saved." Clara took Hope’s hands. In the dim light of the cellar, the Teacher looked at the Gardener. The "Billionaire Romance" had reached its final ROI. It wasn't about gold, or stars, or even the Earth. It was about the Inheritance of Responsibility.