Hopeless Audiobook Novels & Stories

Now when it’s about her. Will I cut that much deeper? Will I try to cut the hope out of myself? See it running down my skin in red rivulets of disappointment and hopelessness. Hopelessness suggests despair and the cessation of effort, which leads to resignation. Resignation of my life? Will I feel that’s the end? She’s my mother. If I get that hopelessness from her, how else will I find hope? Who will pull me out?

And even if something like that happens I would get a better idea of not ever trusting someone again. I think I should give another chance to my life. I should start writing another story which includes happiness. I really should give a chance to Luis. Maybe he doesn't really see the world like Harry did. Why is it so difficult to start again? Maybe because the beginning is intrigue but the ending is hurtful.

The Drifter had beaten him to the timeline because his parents had been declared missing at 1:48pm by their attorney. Ara leaned against Claudine’s gurney and started crying. He hated Friedrich Ron Arnold, he hated fate, he hated hope, he hated destiny, he hated life, he hated death, he hated the world, he hated The Drifter, he hated everyone, he hated everything, he hated himself and on top of all, he hated Jürgen Arnold for dumping a big mess on him. It was too late and not only had he failed to find Claudine but he had also failed his parents.

He has already described the grass that grows atop the graves of the dead, the grass that grows from mother's laps and their departed children and old men's heads; their mortal bodies are transformed, it seems, into new kinds of life, and so life goes on even after death. “It’s not your fault, Hope.” I tell her. “I tried so hard to forget everything.” She says. “I thought that my sincerity and honesty would get through to them. But it doesn’t. Everything is just too fucked up. I don’t want this. I don’t want to doubt everyone and everything again. I don’t want that to stop me from being who I am again. I don’t want to be a monster they created me to be. I don’t want to lose my humanity all o

Aloof, unreachable, far away, and my heart broke into a million pieces. That night was the first and last time I ever felt that there was a glimmer of hope that you loved me back, but just like that, you killed my hopes away. I prayed to God you will become that woman who held me and kissed me to sleep but that woman never came back. You were always drunk and unhappy, slowly, all my hopes went away. You know looking back, I guess that was when I realized you knew.

Let him off the hook? I snorted derisively, carefully running my fingers over the urn in my lap. My voice dripped with contempt and barely concealed rage. "Do you know what the most despairing thing is? "It's seeing hope only for it to be shattered. "I'll crush his hope right before his eyes, watching him die in agony."

I replied, hoping to convince him that there were still options available. "And now, back to my question... Let's try to cling to hope one more time with this next surgery. Who knows, you may survive it this time," I replied, trying to inject a sense of optimism into the conversation. But Harry's response was laced with resignation and despair. "I've resigned myself to despair. It's pointless living on when I don't even have a single family member left." "Your parents...?" I asked, hoping to find some glimmer of hope.

Aurora’s P.O.V "Ashton, how can you say that?" My voice trembled, the weight of his words pressing against my chest like a slow, suffocating force. "Hope is the only thing keeping us alive." My hands clenched at my sides, my breath uneven. How could he even think of giving up now? After everything we had been through, after everything we had to survive till this day, he was just going to let despair take over?

Her expression shifted from smug disbelief to wide-eyed horror, and finally to full-blown panic. “No! That is not possible! “Hannah, that bitch, promised that everything would be mine! You cannot do this to me!” She screamed, completely unhinged. As my parents listened to the voice in the recording, it sounded so familiar, yet somehow distant. Their eyes shifted to Lisa, filled with confusion and shock. They began to wonder how the daughter they once knew, so gentle and considerate, turned into someone this cold and resolute. Raine had been silent the whole time. When the video ended, he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

The woman who had survived Isabella Voss and a high-risk pregnancy and a depression that almost killed her. She saw the fortress. "I don't hate you," Hope whispered. Aurora’s shoulders slumped. "You don't?" "No. I'm just... sad. It hurts." "I know it hurts, baby. Heartbreak is the heaviest thing there is." "He didn't even say goodbye." "Because he knew he was wrong," Aurora said. "Cowards don't say goodbye. They just leave." Hope nodded. She felt a tear slide down her nose. "I'm sorry," Hope said. "I said mean things. I said you ruined my life."