Hope Solo And Family Novels & Stories

She hadn't had a family to return to years ago, and this unfamiliar feeling of sadness overwhelmed her. "Yes, I'm home," Hesper replied, rushing into Arthur's embrace. Her eyes welled up, but she quickly composed herself and continued, "I've resolved many issues, so we can all breathe easier now." Hesper looked at her grandpa and managed a smile. "We're just one step away from realizing the grand dream of reuniting the entire family." Seeing the faint traces of exhaustion in her smile, Arthur sighed and gently patted her head. "What do you truly want?"

She stood there blankly but the robot dog in her arms was still barking, so the sight was strangely funny. Her face pale, she unconsciously stepped back, trying to escape this chaotic vortex. "Stop!" A hoarse roar came from Dad. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at my already cold corpse on the operating table. Then, he looked at his wife struggling on the floor and his son howling with his head in his hands. He suddenly charged at Carrie and grabbed her throat, his voice filled with endless regret and madness. "It's your fault! It's all your fault! You ruined our family! Give me back my Jasmine!"

Filled with people who'd do anything to protect him. "You're right," I said. "He's going to be okay. We're all going to be okay." "We're going to be more than okay," Reaper said. "We're going to be family. Real family. Chosen family. The kind that—that actually works because everyone chooses to be here. Chooses each other. Chooses love over easy." Phoenix stirred. Made soft noise. Settled back to sleep. Our son. Our miracle. Our hope. He was here. He was safe. He was loved.

"You are making mistake. We are trying to help. Trying to protect. Trying to—" Damien ended transmission. "We go after her. Now. We find where they are taking her. We extract her ourselves. We trust nobody. Not government. Not anyone. Just us. Just family." And so it began. Again. Always again. Forever again. Chasing Hope. Fighting systems. Refusing to quit. Because that is what family does. What family is. What family means. No matter what. No matter who. No matter how impossible. We fight. We survive. We save each other.

His entire focus had been on staying by my side. Now that I was safe, though, all he wanted was to beat Michael to a pulp. The privacy curtain was ripped aside before Michael attempted to force his way through. "Get out of the way!" However, he didn't even get within a few inches of Zachary before he was seized and held back by a few of Zachary's team members, all of whom radiated an air of integrity. Turning to them, Michael railed indignantly, "Let me go! We're all from the military, so don't think I don't know that no one has the right to interfere in someone else's family affairs!"

I was hoping they would come inside and carry me to the hospital. At the sound of my screams, Mom finally started to turn around, but Dad quickly stopped her. My hope vanished. I no longer wanted them.

After hearing Mom’s words, Nathan recoiled from me as if I carried a plague. Turning to the other media and bystanders, he raised his voice. "This is a family matter. We shouldn’t interfere. Her parents and husband are all OB-GYNs. Three doctors wouldn’t misdiagnose the fetus together. And if there really were an issue, the police would’ve resolved it at the station already. We’re talking about an unborn child here. Don’t stir up gossip or feed on someone’s tragedy." With that, he waved for his team to leave. His parting glance at me was laced with pure loathing.

On the day I left, Jasper tried to chase after me by car, only to be caught in an accident, leaving one of his legs crippled. Fate took its time, but it didn't seem like it was much kinder to them in this life, either. The acquaintance who was relaying all this information suddenly paused, as if realizing something. "Oh, come to think of it, the real daughter of that family is also called Aria!" I smiled at him and raised the book in my hand slightly. "Oh, my name's common enough… Anyway, if you don't go right about now, you won't make it for Professor Smith's class."

During a family trip to a private island, we agreed to leave at four thirty to watch the sunrise. I waited alone for half an hour before discovering that my parents, my brother, and my fiancé, Leon, had already left with my adopted sister, Selena. At the cliffs, they posed for a family photograph. Mom adjusted Selena’s wrap. Dad pinned my family insignia to her coat. Leon stood behind her with his hands on her waist. No one noticed me. Leon posted the picture: [The people I’ll protect for the rest of my life.] His fiancée wasn’t in it. For years, I waited for my family to choose me and for Leon to remember the woman he planned to marry. That morning, I stopped waiting. I took the first ferry

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.