Hope X Jonesy Novels & Stories

Her heart nearly stopped. “You’re successful now,” she said. “You have everything. Why would you want the same girl you left behind?” “Because I never stopped loving her.” The room felt suddenly smaller. Dangerous. Hope was a dangerous emotion for Evelyn. “I don’t believe you,” she said. “You don’t have to,” Lincoln replied. “But I’m not giving up this time.” Her chest tightened again. Every man she had dated after Lincoln had been an attempt to replace something that could never truly be replaced.

My heart skips a beat, and I know the only reason they are crying is probably because Hope has died. Hiram makes his way past the servants and then stops in front of the room. There, I see an image that burns raw in my mind. Hollis is lying in the bed, clutching Hope’s lifeless body, her stomach open with her organs lying around. The baby tore through her stomach. **

“Please, stand up and excuse us, Ayomide Cole.” Water came close to Ayo’s eyelid and she blinked them off. It was too late! Hot tears ran down both cheeks in quick succession. She felt like the whole world had crushed on her. Now that she has been disqualified, she didn’t want to leave. It wasn’t how she planned to. She felt she had carried Bukky’s hope high for nothing. Bukky, who had never doubted her. Ayo looked in her direction but instead of disappointment on her face, she saw smiles. ‘Maybe her friend wasn’t so disappointed after all’, she thought. She stood up at once and ran down the stage into Bukky’s waiting arm, as a stream of fresh tears now consumed her sullen face.

“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

Sisters is a good name for the song she wrote for Hope. It’s late when everyone finally goes to bed and I have a chance to talk to her. “You want to tell me what’s really going on?” I ask as we sit outside the den around the fire we built for the human. She got cold quickly. Hope looks at me and her lips begin to tremble. “It was an accident,” she whispers. “Does he know?” I ask. She shakes her head. “I can’t tell him. He’ll be devastated. I can’t watch him hoping that everything will be okay and then watching his devastation when it’s not. I can’t do that to him, Dad.”

That's the last thing that I have heard when everything turns black. ---- Copyright © 2021 PenOfHope All Rights Reserved DON'T PLAGIARIZE OR DISTRIBUTE.REMEMBER, STEALING IS A CRIME. The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

"Mom, how much longer do we have to stay? This is boring." "Another hour. Then we can go home." "Can Daniel and I at least go get food from the buffet?" "Yes, but use actual plates, not your pockets like last time." Hope, now thirteen and startlingly perceptive, was interviewing people with her phone. She'd developed interest in journalism, specifically stories about justice system reform. "I'm doing documentary project for school," she explained when I asked what she was doing. "About the foundation and how it started. Hope that's me—is ironic name for someone born during dad's legal troubles, and I want to explore that."

she falls to her knees, tears falling freely. Riff comes out of the room into the waiting area.”Damian, go to Spooky, I will stay with Selyna. Spooky is starting to come to and just on time, they had to cut the baby out to save Heather and the baby and are just finishing up” she says solemnly. I reluctantly go into the room, throwing a glance over my shoulder at Selyna who though tired looks as beautiful and resilient as ever.

You just wanted to watch my daughter die! "However mad you are, just punish me! Lucy's innocent! The kidney is still available right now. She still has a chance to live! You can't just shirk your responsibility and stand idly by as she dies!"

It's not like there's a sun, but there's a very similar glow, the grass at my feet is very green and I can see someone near the vine, they're holding a dagger cutting one of the bunches. Hope is standing there, her back to us, wearing a black boot that sits on top of black jeans, a leather jacket that looks like it's navy blue with some silver decorations and from the collar I can tell it's a white shirt. "You guys took your time." Hope's voice echoed at the same time as the snap of wood being cut. Then she turns to us, picking up one of the grapes and eating it. The first thing I see is that her face has a new tattoo. It's a rosebush with short thorns and as she moves it looks alive.