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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.

“But we’re still going to check it out.” The old man sighed, shaking his head. “Good luck to you, then. You’ll need it.” As we walked away from the camp, the sun dipping lower on the horizon, I felt a storm brewing inside me. Hope was a dangerous thing. It could lift you up, make you feel alive again. But it could also destroy you. As we headed toward New Haven, I didn’t know if we were about to find salvation… or our undoing.

It was a fantasy, a dream, a moment of solace in a world filled with uncertainty. The tears flowed freely, and I allowed myself to grieve for the life I had lost and the one that had become an enigma. The party continued inside, oblivious to my solitary musings, and I clung to the imaginary presence of Hayden, seeking answers and comfort in the darkness. The night wore on, and I remained in the garden, lost in my thoughts and the fantasy of Hayden's company. The secrets and mysteries of the Underworld loomed large, and I couldn't escape the feeling that the path I was on would only lead to more enigmatic revelations and unforeseen dangers.

She clawed at her throat, gasping for air. "I honestly prefer you don't, that would be too boring. That fire in your eyes, that rebellious spirit ... that is what drew me to you. Pray to God to protect you, try and shield your friends. I want you to rebel against me. I want you to keep hope alive and dream of a day when this collar with be broken. Hope is the belief that things will change, that even the most horrible situation will come to an end. People cling to hope because they have no choice but to believe that they can outlast their Hell or that something will happen to change all the rules of the game. But every time the sun rises on their bleak world, every time they feel the strike

I hoped I would one day be healed of this sickness, but here I am, still fucking struggling to breathe everytime it rains. I hoped mother and Sylvia would love me one day, but all they’ve ever done is hurt me. I hoped papa would never die and leave me all alone in this world, but my last memory of him is his body hanging from our ceiling fan. I hoped Drake would love me, but he looked me in the eye and chose my twin sister over me. So I won’t hope anymore. I won’t hope that the intense look in Harlan’s eyes means he feels something for me.

"Don't get me wrong. When I said I wanted to sever all ties with you, it wasn't a threat or anything. I mean it." Dad clenched his fists in anger, and the disgust was evident in his eyes. "Alright then! Very well! Since that's what you want, then I'll grant you your wish! Laura Jackson, from this moment onwards, you're no longer a member of the Jackson family!" All the journalists present didn't expect things to turn out this way. They looked at each other in a daze. "Laura, why did you make such a wish?" "Are your parents or Lily mistreating you? The Jackson family is the richest family in the country. You did a good thing. Why are you punishing yourself by severing all ties with the Jackso

"I've always envied you, Grayson. Really—since we were kids, I've envied you. You had everything—your loving family, a smart and beautiful girlfriend, a future full of promise. "At first, it was just envy. But later… it turned into jealousy. I know you were good to me. I can never repay those debts in this lifetime. But I don't regret it. Really. To steal even a little from you… "…even if it was just a tiny bit, I felt completely happy." I looked at him and suddenly felt a deep pity. Like a worm wriggling in a gutter, thinking that grabbing a speck of sunlight meant owning the entire sun.

he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips for a fraction of a second. "No phones. No internet. No tethers to the life that you used to have. However, I am not a savage. You have full access to the library. Read. Learn. Occupy your mind so it doesn't rot with useless hope." Useless hope? I realized that I was in someway I was holding on to useless hope. Hope that someone would come find me and get me out of here. He paused, his grip suddenly tightened on my arm , forcing me to look up directly into the abyss of his eyes.

Something like hope. Something dangerous.

“You slept with her. You marked her—even if lightly. You tasted her blood. By every law of the moon, she should be dead. Yet she isn’t. And you think that means nothing?” My chest tightened—not with fear—but with something far worse. Hope. Hope was dangerous. Hope made people foolish. “Caleb,” I said quietly, “don’t bring her into this.” He took a breath. “But she’s already in it. She’s in you.” I looked away. Out the window. At the dark blur of the forest passing by. “She’s human,” I murmured. “Humans break. They shatter. They don’t survive our world.” “But she survived you,” Caleb insisted. “That means something.”