Hopeless Audiobook Novels & Stories

Atlas reached out with a numb hand and clicked the radio off. The silence that followed was absolute, terrifying, and profound. The last fragile thread of hope that had sustained us through the nightmare of the Keep snapped in an instant. No armies were coming to save us. There was no safe territory waiting over the mountains. The entire world was burning, devoured by the same grotesque horror that had taken Sia, Timmy, and Marcus. Vanya sank onto a wooden stool, burying her face in her hands as silent, hopeless tears spilled through her eyes. Kenny stared at the black radio with wide, hollow eyes, his shoulders slumping under the weight of total despair.

At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

The city lights reflected across the glass in blurred streaks of gold and white. Damian stared at his phone. The screen had already gone dark. The call lasted less than ten seconds. Yet somehow it had changed everything. His heart was still racing. He hated that. He hated losing control. He hated uncertainty. Most of all, he hated hope. Because hope was dangerous. Hope made people careless. Hope made people believe things they wanted to believe. And right now, he desperately wanted to believe that the voice belonged to his mother. But wanting something didn't make it true.

But no answer comes and that's when I know that hope is a cruel thing. At first, I hold onto it like it’s all I have. She’s strong. She’s smart. She’s alive. She has to be. But as the sky starts to lighten with the morning sunrise and no sign, or scent or body comes up, my hope starts to die slowly. It's just me, broken and soaked, standing on the muddy bank with shaking hands and a heart slowly being carved open from the inside. I fall to my knees, staring at the water. My voice is gone.

"Solomon has forever to live for. You have only one chance. Do not waste it." She looked at me and dragged her elbow out of my grip, and headed into the house. *** "Desmond!" Hope called from upstairs. I was seated on the couch with a glass of alcohol in my hand. I was thinking of what to do next. I contemplated how to treat the "Raven and Theo" disease. They were becoming a nuisance in my head, and I wondered how long I could hold them. And then, Hope's scream brought me back to reality.

His brain started spinning with the old, addictive thoughts. What if they broke up next week? What if I actually talked to him today? What if I still had a chance to be the one he chooses? What if... Those two words were a poison. He clung to them, imagining a future that didn't exist while ignoring the reality in front of him. He realized then that having too much hope didn't make you an optimist—it made you a victim. And as he watched Natalie disappear around the corner, Cass knew he was the most hopeless case in the entire pack.

“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 it was just irritation. I hoped every single morning when I opened my eyes and thought maybe today the tests would come back different, maybe today the trajectory would change, maybe today would be the day someone told me I wasn’t dying.” She’s gasping between the words and the gasping is wet and laboured and the tissue in her hand is soaked

His eyes were red so was his face which has gone dim unlike the happy chirping Jay. "I just don't understand how all of this happened. We were all one big happy family attending University, having fun, and working hard just to be a great and successful person in the society. But then, one unfortunate night, some psychopath assassin came to ruin that happiness we've been enjoying. Is this what this life has to offer at the end of it all?" Nicole asks in an husky voice.

' My favourite part about it was his hot tub that I'm dying to get my fine ass in. I can’t believe that almost two months ago I hated every bit and piece of this fine ass man that cares only for the happiness of me and Amber. He was a safe place I could say. I still have my doubts especially from the conversation he was having with Chleo on my birthday; it still linger in my brain. It gives me that bad gut feeling when you hear a heart wrenching bad news. "Do you still need McDonalds or Chick-fil-A?" he asked, biting his lips while waiting to make the order.

She immediately asks, dropping the thought that is a hard slap in front of Jeffrey and directly to his mind and consciousness “I may not be there from the very beginning of this world and book’s loop. But I knew everything enough to not hope for something hopeless.” Her direct rejection. Adding the wound that Jeffrey already had. Knowing that this world and book of Death Reincarnate doesn’t have a happy ever after, but a dark tragedy that is written and well planned from the very beginning by the beings who are currently playing chess, where they are all their pieces. “Hopeless? Tsk!”