Hopeless Audiobook Novels & Stories

Xander paused, furrowing his eyebrows like he just realized something and didn't want to believe it. "But what?" Zion asked, urging Xander to continue speaking. "Then that annoying woman called, asking me about some stupid files," Xander said with a small frown. "What woman?" Enzo asked, staring at Xander with a confused expression on his face. *Flashback* "No!," Xander yelled as he held his head in his hand, digging his fingers into the soft black hair as he tried to get rid of the negative thought in his mind. Collapsing on the hard floor, he leaned against the large bookshelf behind him as he gasped for air.

Often, I waited until I was starving to death, only for them to return home jolly and well-fed. Similar occurrences repeated, and I started to cook for myself like I had done in the past. Maybe because I hadn't cooked for so long, my skills had deteriorated. Right now, I could only stare at the charred toast in front of me. That night, I ate alone. The bitter taste of burnt bread filled my mouth, spreading to my heart. My eyes grew red, and I couldn't control the tears rolling down my cheeks. I recalled my parents' harsh admonitions, Blake blaming me for everything and refusing to trust me, and Remy framing me for no good reason.

Sean's voice rang out from the side. "Fine, fine. Spit out whatever you have to say. I'll listen since you're donating your body to develop a cure for me." I gasped for breath and forced out, "I regret my choice, Sean. I'm not going to wait for you anymore. We can die together." People always said that a person's hearing was the last sense they lost when they died. I now knew that it was true—that was why I could still hear Sean insulting me and his assistant mocking me.

Beside him, Vanessa looked down at me, eyes glinting with triumph, her smirk filled with condescension. Karen, exhausted from hurling insults, tossed the wooden ruler aside and collapsed onto the sofa with a frustrated sigh. "If only I’d held firm against Mother’s wishes and never agreed to your marriage! Now look at this mess—bringing a cursed wretch into our family was the worst decision we ever made!" I let out a bitter laugh as I sat on the cold floor. I had endured too much heartbreak in this house—Grandma’s passing, Lucas’s affairs, and in five years, I had lost five children…

and continued reading aloud. I swore on my life you were a traitor. My life is now yours to take. I have no desire to be on this earth without Pearl. I have no desire to disappoint my beautiful, dazzling, confounding Hope any further. The longer I live the less she will remember the times I was a good father. Maybe in time, once I’m gone, the stain of this winter will fade, the smiling, laughing, joyous years will claw their way out from yet another disaster I’ve created. —-

For a blissful moment, I thought I could escape. For a moment, I had hope that was bad. Very very bad. I had never felt hopeful since that day. I had forgotten what it was like and will soon never remember. Hope was dangerous. Hope gets me beaten. It gets me killed. It makes that little flame I have in me ignite only to be controlled. I can't go through another breakdown. Not now. Not again. So, I did as I was taught, I gave up. But not for long. * * *

“He’s connected to me, somehow. And Nyxterra… there’s something there. I can feel it.” Aurelia leaned back in her chair, her expression unreadable. After a pause, she spoke again, her tone quieter but more intense. “I’ve heard stories about Nyxterra. Stories that don’t end well. I don’t know what you’re hoping to find there, but whatever it is, it’s not worth losing yourself over. You’re playing with fire.”

"Mom, what did that ungrateful bastard say to you? She used a kindness as leverage, slandered Lily, and even declared in front of the cameras that she wanted to sever ties with us. It's a good thing that Lily taught her a lesson! That way, she'll stop causing trouble all the time!" Grandma's right hand, which was holding the phone, began to tremble. She frowned, unable to understand what on earth was happening. "Is this what you mean by Lily teaching Laura a lesson? Laura's right arm is fractured, and there's a hole in her head! If I hadn't rushed back after seeing the news about the fire, she might have died on the pavement!"

I can restore the accounts for you! Frowning, I wrote back, "I suggest you give up and seek out another charity organization. That's all I can do for you." I locked my phone and set it aside, unwilling to deal with her anymore. Thinking of the poor Lucy, that was already the kindest response I could offer. However, less than a minute later, Judith sent me a voice message, her tone surprisingly excited. "Morgan, you don't know this, but even though banks may appear to have a lot of rules and procedures, everything actually depends on the teller's mood.

"YOUR PROPHECY SAID ONE WITH BOTH BLOODS WOULD END THIS!" "Yes, it did." Ezra agreed. "However, that one is standing before me right now." "So, does that mean that everything is hopeless?" Elaina asked deflating. "Is there no way for them to win?" Heart filling with despair Elaina could feel the fire within beginning to blaze brightly, the sensation was starting to become familiar to her after having dealt with it twice, however this time she didn't feel the dark her coming forward with it. "Is it hopeless?" She asked again fixing her gaze on Ezra. "Is there nothing to do to fix this?"