Hopeless Novel Novels & Stories

“And I also wanted to ask if you have made any progress.” Sir Auctor glanced at the laptop next to him. Progress he definitely has made. ••••••••••••••••• The children sat in groups as usual. Some engaged in quiet discussions, some very surely planning the next evil to perpetrate, some moping in their misery. Why was it so difficult for them to accept their hopeless situation? Why was it so difficult for them to accept that they were doomed? False hope. Like the girl named Ify, so confident that they were going to make it out alive.

Only Calla could ever make the arrogant Harvey act submissive and docile. I suddenly remembered something from when I first came home. I had been carrying a heavy box filled with my old things from the orphanage—worn picture books, diaries, little knickknacks—I had collected over the years. Struggling with the weight, I asked Harvey to help me. But he just gave me a disgusted look and scanned me from head to toe with disdain. "I'm not touching your filthy stuff," he spat. I wanted to explain that my things were not dirty, but then Calla came in, complaining that she had stepped in a puddle. Without a second thought, Harvey crouched down to help her remove her shoes. I knew then that it was n

When I opened my eyes, I found myself holding an exquisitely wrapped sandwich. Whispers immediately drifted into my ears. "Look, Jacob Blake's here again delivering breakfast to Carol." "He seriously has no shame. She already said she doesn't like him, but he still won't give up." "Exactly! Carol and Matt are obviously the perfect couple!" I froze for two seconds before a flood of memories suddenly crashed into my mind. I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel.

I ran downstairs and made my way to the bar. I’d never drunk before in my life, but I threw back a glass of fire-whiskey, and the burn clawed down my throat and forced tears from my eyes. But what stung more than the liquor were those words, now seared into my bones: Andrew… had been part of it all. He was the one who held me in that hospital hallway, crying with me, whispering, “No matter what you lose, I’ll be your whole world.” But he helped destroy it.

All of a sudden the family is getting along like they are one big happy family. I stared at Liliana and I still couldn’t believe she met them and ruined her life just like that. After seeing what happened that day I realized that Hope was the worst human I have ever come across in my entire life. She ruined my life and now she’s about to ruin another person’s life, I wonder why she derives so much joy in ruining people.

"Come with me so we can divorce, or you're not getting a single penny from me!" "You're dumb, Elisa. Don't tell me you thought you would get any money from me after the divorce!" "You weren't like this in the past, Elisa. You've changed." "Go to hell! Once you do, I can live." "Why aren't you dead yet? I've had enough of this infection, so hurry up and die so that your body can be used to develop a cure for me!" "Where are you, Ellie? You promised you would wait for me…"

Or transforms into something I can't predict. I have hours. Just hours. To find the third path. Again. Always. Forever. Until I can't. Until the paths run out. Until Aurora ends. Really ends. Finally ends. Tomorrow. Maybe. Probably. Unless I find something. Anything. The impossible. The unprecedented. The last gamble. I'm running out of time. Running out of options. Running out of everything. Except hope. Desperate. Impossible. Foolish hope. That there's still one more way. One more choice. One more Aurora miracle.

“Didn’t he voluntarily withdraw from the wager agreement? Mark has won.” “What?” Janine’s mind went blank. Suddenly, two streams of blood gushed from her nose. Her entire body lost strength, and she collapsed heavily to the ground. At that very moment, the butler stumbled into the basement, panic written all over his face. “This is bad! The apocalyptic heatwave has arrived! Two servants stepped outside for ten minutes, and they’re dead from the heat! The entire city is about to lose power. Mark’s refrigerated warehouse is useless now!”

I believed I might escape for a little period. For a brief minute, I wished it was horrible. That's terrible. I hadn't felt optimistic in a long time. I had forgotten and would soon forget what it was like. Hope was perilous. Hope gets the better of me. It leads to my death. It ignites a little flame inside me that can only be controlled. I can't handle another meltdown. Not right now. Not ever again. So I did what I was told and gave up. But only for a short time. * * *

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.