Hopeless Audiobook Novels & Stories

Aaron tries to make her stand but she jerk his hand forcibly. "No, I don't want to go to the restaurant. I have nowhere to go, leave me alone and you get you out of here" hope screams "Are you insane? You are crying and roaming on the road like mad girl how can i leave you and go like this?" "Who are you"? Aaron falls silent with Hope's question and looks at her slienty. "Leave me alone, I don't want anyone and No one stays with Anyone for life long. I don't want any false hope i don't want to see any false dreams now, go away from me"

This man – this monster – he would kill me if he saw me in his bed! No – this wasn’t how this night was supposed to go! The hope I’d felt last night shriveled into a rotten pit of hopelessness. It was as though I was lost at sea, separated from my ship, and I bobbed on the surface of the water, waiting for the sharks to bite. Tears stung my eyes. I’d dared to hope the Goddess had finally listened. Instead, she’d just proven to me that I was more helpless than I’d ever imagined before.

"Grayson… I'm sorry. I regret it. In the next life, I'll treat you twice as well. Having you as my brother… if I ever had a life without you, it wouldn't have any love." His eyes slowly lost their light. The smile on his lips froze—forever etched on his face. By the time the medics arrived, he was gone. I stood there, soaked in his blood, my mind a blank. Later, the staff followed procedure, contacting his family—Jess. The woman on the other end was dead drunk, slurring incoherently. "Let him die. He's just another worthless man. My boyfriend is Grayson, not that trash."

Fiona’s POV Beg for mercy? Not a fucking chance in hell. I’ve begged for mercy so many times all my life that the words have lost their meaning. My life was like an endless abyss, a pit I can never crawl out of, no matter how much I claw at the sides. No matter how much I begged for it to be over. Hopeless. That’s the word, isn’t it? That’s what this is. This existence. It was something I’d never wish an enemy. The utter feeling of hopelessness and despair. The constant alertness that came with it all was truly disheartening.

She was probably with a cute guy ogling at his baby blue eyes. I growled. Pathetic! Anything involving feelings was now pathetic. Those who had feelings were now pathetic. The whole world as far as I know was; pathetic. In a way, I was pathetic too since I missed Jack and all the stupid lovey-dovey pathetic memories we shared. I got up from the chair and stretched as far as my tired joints would let me. It was dark outside already and dressed like a sleepy bum would be the appropriate way to go to the store just across the street. My red hair was a tangled mess that completed the look.

“Breathe, baby. It’s going to be okay.” “No, it’s not!” he boomed. “Not until we find something to stop her. Not until—Jesus.” He wiped a hand over his face. “It’s hopeless, isn’t it? I don’t know where else to look. And she’s going to end up destroying us all.” Since I knew he wouldn’t listen to any words of encouragement from me, I fell quiet, trying to think of something I could do to convince him it wasn’t hopeless. We could still triumph.

“No. No way! You haven’t heard of ‘Hopeless Henry’? How is that even possible?” “Um… Sorry. Should I have heard of him?” “Yes! He’s only the most awesome book character ever. I mean, not like a book, book, though I hope it does come out as a book someday. That would be super awesome. I’d buy it in ebook, paperback, hardback, audio, and every other version it was published in. But right now, the University Gazette only releases a chapter at a time, and only on their online issue.” “Ah. That’s probably why I’ve never heard of it. I only read their physical paper.”

Avery laughed out loud and replied, “Cousin, I am sorry to burst your bubbles, but you are inferior to me in every aspect. If you are not dumb, how could you demand something from your parents knowing full well that they cannot afford it? Your behaviour showed me that you are immature.” Hope was cleaning the dining table. She chuckled and said, “It’s so sad to be you, Miss Parker.” Lily’s eyes turned red and replied, “Hope, anyone can laugh at me but you. Who do you think you are? You are just an orphan who was abandoned by your parents.” The dining room became dead silent.

“Why do you think I’m locked away like this? I’m nothing more than a breathing corpse to them.” My hands trembled as I wrapped my arms around myself. “But surely there’s something—someone who can help?” “There’s no cure, Claudia,” he said flatly. “Whatever hope you came here with, let it go. You’re stuck with me, just as I’m stuck with this fate.” The despair in his voice was suffocating, and I felt an unfamiliar sting behind my eyes. I refused to cry, not now—not when I needed to think. “I deserve to know more,” I said, forcing strength into my voice. “What kind of sickness is this? How did you—”

“I have no doubt that he would be at my side during this pregnancy and afterward, no matter what happened. But I can’t crush him like that. I can’t watch that strong, compassionate man fall apart because I wasn’t able to deliver a healthy pup for him.” I sigh. I already know this is a useless conversation. Hope has enough bear in her to be unmovably stubborn. I should know, since I’m sure she gets that from me. “So, what does bring you here, girl? I wasn’t expecting to see you for a while,” I say as we sit around our fire. “You, actually.” I stop and look at her, then frown and point at myself. “Me? What about me?” She leans forward and holds my gaze. “I want you to listen to me. I want you