Hope Series By Jaci Burton Novels & Stories

Could I really trust her, or is she just a part of Barry's plan? “I didn't even ask your name, so what is it? How long have you been in that cage?” “My name is Hope. I've been in this cage for almost a year now. Ever since I rejected him and told him I wouldn't be a part of his lycan war, he pushed me into this thing and brought me to this room, and here I am, stuck in this thing. Who were you talking to? I woke up and heard you talking to someone, but I didn't hear anyone else in this room.”

“Ethan, you can stay if you want. It would save you from making a second trip.” I fought the smile that wanted to make its way out. If I wouldn’t have looked like a total ass, I would’ve done a happy dance right there on the porch. “Yeah, I guess. Thanks.” I followed the girls back into the house. Hope sat on the large comfy chair, which left only the sofa for Morgan and me. She sat as close to the edge as possible. I respected her space and did the same. Hope put on some newly released high school romance movie, the ones where the guy and girl constantly break up, but then miraculously figure everything out in ninety minutes and live happily ever after.

Maybe when I die, all this pain will go away. I heard mocking laughter above my head and looked up only to see Hope. Hope is the daughter of the current Beta and soon-to-be Luna. She's everything I am not—beautiful blue eyes with shiny blonde hair, a killer body, glowing skin, strong, and extremely wicked. She stood there with her minions, looking at me with...pity? I couldn't quite place what that emotion in her eye was. She laughed all of a sudden and kicked me in the stomach. She pulled my hair and slapped me, making me fall back on the floor.

"Word travels fast." "Luna Sera has been camped outside for an hour." Jake peeked in. "She wants to meet her namesake." "Let them in," I said. "Let the pack meet Hope." The room filled with pack members—Alpha Aiden and Luna Sera with their daughter Hope (now five years old and very excited about a baby named after her), Jake, Riley, other omegas Mandy had befriended, guards who'd protected us. Everyone cooed over Hope, who tolerated the attention with the patience of someone who'd already figured out she was the center of the universe.

she thought, how can he shamelessly tell her to wash his hands off from the tragedy that caused her a trauma. “I promised to find you Barrett, that is what is in my mind and now, I have fulfilled it.” he is spouting nonsense, Barrett’s vision is blurred due to tears and slowly she felt tired while throwing hateful words to this man who killed her family. He casted a mild magic trick on Barrett that she fell asleep. He was deeply hurt to see the woman he longed to cry because of him. Yes, he has dirtied his hands with blood but none of them are related to Barrett nor her bloodline, he promised on that day that he will do all ways just to find her. Finally, at this moment a ray of hope entered

How could I burden someone else with my problems? My gaze shifted to the small bookshelf in the corner. Among the titles, one caught my eye: "Finding Clarity in Chaos." It was gifted to me by Alex. Alex has picked it up during a fleeting moment of inspiration for me , hoping it might provide some guidance someday. Perhaps that day had arrived.

Please come. Basil’ The next one promised to be interesting. I knew the paper he used. ‘Lylia Jordin, or should I say Sky? You used a pretty good cover, but not enough to trick me. Two of my best boys died because of you. What a waste. Hope we’ll meet soon. Now I may have a couple of purposes for you.’ Vernon Allaway’ Bastard! He found my name, but does he know about Tamor? Probably. Maybe not all details though. I should tell my father to take care.

“My refrigerated warehouse is running perfectly now. We can move in anytime. These next couple of days, I’ll take you out to get more sun. With my refrigerated warehouse and your heat-resistant physique, you’ll definitely win the election. When that happens, everyone in the Central City’s base will see us as their saviors.” As if struck by a sudden idea, Janine’s eyes lit up. She leaned forward and kissed Mark on the cheek. “Mark, you’re the hero of the O’Connor family! On election day, you’ll come on stage with me. We’ll showcase our survival achievements together. When Will sees us standing side by side, he’ll definitely expose himself. Once we catch him, you can vent your anger however yo

Sharp eyes that miss nothing, compassionate yet logical and always willing to help Hope’s head snaps back toward me, and before I can react, she smacks my arm. Not hard. But pointed. “Ow,” I mutter. She glares up at me. “Why didn’t you tell me Jace has a special someone?” I blink. “What?” She jerks her chin toward Jace’s table. “Her.” Realization dawns, followed by a wince. “That. Uh. It must have slipped my mind.” She arches a brow. “Slipped your mind.” “With everything going on,” I add quickly. “Kidnappings. Councils. Wars. You know.”

She booked her flight that night. Now, here she was watching through the misted window as Hope crossed the street, hair tucked into a bun, umbrella swinging casually by her side. “Still hate the rain?” Hope asked, grinning as she slid into the seat across from her. “Still pretending you like it,” Cassie teased back. Hope laughed, pulled a USB drive from her coat pocket, and placed it on the table. “What’s this?” “My next step,” Hope said. “Something big. Bigger than I’ve ever done. And I need your help.”