Hopeless Ebook Novels & Stories

I have decided after long thought not to continue this story as it is currently written...I want to restructure and plan it better. A Hope For Moonlight has a lot of potential, but my writing style and organizational skills have changed much over the years since I started it. With that said, I intend to go over the manuscript and create a more detailed outline that will combine the story as I had originally wanted it to be but will be more focused and better organised, it will better detail the prophecies and continue into the next generation so that we may see the fullfillment of the prophecies.

I hope ****

There were two famous deadweights in Kingsgate's high society. One was me, Millie Tanner, the pampered little princess whose only talents were shopping and throwing parties. The other was my childhood friend, Iver Langford, the fragile young heir born with autism and congenital heart failure. However, my older brother was the most feared name in the underworld, and my second brother was the richest man in the country. Iver's older sister was the undefeated queen of the courtroom, and his second sister was a surgeon whose hands could bring back the dead. One day, the four of them were chatting over a game of poker. "Raising one hopeless case takes the same effort as two. Might as well pair

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.

Beneath the cosmic force, beneath the endless sorrow, I found something unexpected. Hope. Not the absence of hope, but hope that had been disappointed so many times it had inverted, becoming its own opposite. Hope that had been broken and betrayed until it could only imagine failure. "You were Hope," I whispered in understanding. "Before you became Despair, you were Hope itself." The revelation seemed to stagger the entity. "No. That is impossible. I have always been Despair. Always." "Have you? Or did you just forget what hope feels like after witnessing too much failure?"

"You could have had everything. You could have been empress. You could have ruled the world. Instead you chose—this. Hiding. Running. Pretending to be normal. What a waste." "I chose family," Hope said quietly. "I chose love. I chose being human over being god. That is not waste. That is—everything." Dr. Zhao had no answer. She just turned and walked away. Defeated. Broken. Gone. We stood in silence. Watching them disappear. Waiting for another attack. Another trap. Another— Nothing came. Just silence. Just peace. Just—victory. "Is it really over?" Hope asked. "Is the Consortium really gone?"

“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.”

Like too big shoes that will never fit your feet and forever only give you blisters. Since he had gotten rid of hope, he had been sitting hopelessly drunk at some counter until his days would blur, and everything in them would seem even duller than before. He wore desperation like a comfortable coat and snuggled into it, he'd feel relieved, because without hope you cannot get disappointed and won’t ever disappoint anyone else.

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. * * *

I knew he was hurting, but had I not suffered just as much? Though my name had been cleared, it was far too late. With red-rimmed eyes, I grabbed my shopping basket and headed out the door. Before leaving, I placed the USB drive on the table. “I hope that by the time I return, you’ll be gone.” … When I came back from the market, the old house was empty. The USB drive had disappeared, and so had Lucas. A wave of relief washed over me.