Hopeless Audiobook Novels & Stories

Melissa sat on the ground not being able to endure the truth they faced now. "Avery knows everything about what happened to Athena and all you did is ask her help to kill your own daughter who was struggling in pain and depression and the loss of her sister." I took a deep breath and continued, "If you could have heard her once. Nothing would have happened like this now. You all broke her trust." I finished in a single line. Athena hoped and trusted that one day they will believe her, but till the end, they managed to hurt her every single second they got a chance. Hope is a big word, it is a single strand that keeps you from going insane for anything. Hope is the one thing that can help us

RIVER BROWN Hope is a dangerous thing. Because once that hope is taken away, all you have left is this tremendous pain that keels you over and stabs you again and again till you can’t breathe. I toss the sheets still clinging to my body away; I swallow through the pain that rips me apart from the back until my feet are standing cooly on the floorboards. Then? I try again to regain the hope that I think isn’t lost. I open my mouth; I move my tongue but nothing happens.

After giving her the special medicine, I shook my head regretfully. “I can save her life, but she’ll be paralyzed from now on. Mark’s theory of natural selection doesn’t hold under extreme post-apocalyptic conditions. She’s been exposed to high temperatures for too long. Her internal organs are already ninety percent cooked. Besides, no electrical system can withstand these conditions for long. His refrigerated warehouse is completely useless.” Mr. O'Connor broke down in tears. “My granddaughter, how could you be so foolish, believing that scoundrel Mark? Will risked everything for you, even though you despised him. He developed special medicine for you, and what have you done in return?”

That I might be trapped in this place forever, alone and forgotten. The thought was too much to bear, and I felt myself slipping away, lost in a sea of despair and hopelessness.

I was sitting on the floor with my knees pulled up to my chest and hands around them, I leaned my head back against the door while agony and pain were increasing with every second. Why? Why me? I wanted to ask, every single day, I think that someday all this pain and suffering would come to an end, somewhere deep down inside me, I have this little piece of hope that someday it will. I don't know when and how but that hope is crushed by Arthur, I want to run away from all this, but I can't, I can't leave my dad to die. "Why?" I sobbed, asking no one in particular.

I couldn’t miss it but it also didn’t rule my world. “What is this?” I asked them. Audrey held my shoulder and smiled sheepishly. “It’s hope.” Hope… it felt wrong, selfish but I couldn’t help the fuel it brought into me. Inspiration, I started to believe that eventually, as much as I was destroyed by Khai’s death and the destruction was still in effect – tearing through me without abandon – I’d be alright. But I never said that to anyone.

"Dylan knows that Erick knows that..." "I can't condemn him, Kendrick. Not rationally." I listened to Hope's voice and twisted my mouth, still isn't letting go. "I've accepted that Dylan is my Mate. I hate the Gods for condemning an innocent man to the future that awaits him, a future that has no happy ending." I pulled my face away enough to look into Hope's eyes, there is a sadness there. "I will not survive the end of this war." Hope stated and I know she believes it, and there is some truth there, something that Night seems to know because Night could feel the power that carried.

Something inside it looked rotten, and thick red sap poured out into the sea, leaving the water dark and oily. “Mommy, my hands!” Hope’s shout broke through everything. June’s heart nearly stopped. There was Hope, just five, standing by the water. Her little fingers turning black—and still she wasn’t crying. She just stared at the rising Black Sun on the horizon, eyes wide and empty. “It’s calling me,” Hope whispered, that small voice rasping like dry leaves in the wind. “The Reaper says the memories are lies. He says humans just hurt each other. He says darkness is the only truth.”

I stood upon quicksand of doubt, where every ticking second gained only one connotation: just one more failure, another nail in the coffin of hope. “I don't know, Brian,” I said-my voice was little more than a whisper. Truly, anymore, I don't know what to believe. He laid a hand on my shoulder, his grasp firm, anchoring. We'll find her, Kellan. We won't stop until we do. But as I turned back to the darkness, all I could feel was the weight of the unknown, the fear that maybe, just maybe, I was already too late.