Hopeless Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Helplessness quickly merged with hopelessness, leaving her trapped within the confines of a life she never envisioned for herself. As her trembling eyes fluttered open, Rara couldn't help but wonder if there was a glimmer of light amidst the darkness. Would she ever escape this nightmare and regain the autonomy she so desperately craved? The road seemed daunting and uncertain, but deep within her battered soul, a flicker of hope burned on. It was that tiny flame that kept her going, despite the overwhelming odds stacked against her.

"The ship’s breaking up." June looked at the ruined Library, the shards, the mess. This room held the truth of her family—their shame, their greed, and their blood. "Wait," Hope said. She stepped up, picked up the two halves of the leaden key, and placed them in the oven. "The debt is paid," she said. "But the Library stays. Let it be a moon for the new world—a warning, not a weapon." "She’s right," June said. They scrambled for the pod. Dante secured Hope first, then June. The Auditor dove in last, clutching a crumbling recipe book. Through the window, June watched their marble tomb shrink in the starlight.

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.

Angel replied. "What way are you talking about?" Royal asked. "Have séx with me" Angel replied and Royal's eyes widened. "Have séx with me" Angel replied and Royal's eyes widened. "What??" He asked in shock. "You heard me,that's the only solution now. Getting pregnant....." Royal sighed and roughed his hair. "Angel,that is not going to solve anything,it will make things worse" He said. "Then what am I supposed to do? Just watch you leave me all alone here? Do you think I'm ever going to survive that?" Angel broke into tears.

And fear. And the terrible certainty that hope alone wasn't enough

As I slumped in the back seat, my body felt as if millions of ants were crawling and biting beneath my skin. Colby spat from the front. "She's almost spent anyway. Mr. Hansen's got his hands on some new chicks who might bring in some real money. We'll sell her off and squeeze out her last bit." Before we arrived at the village, he called Martin ahead. "We're almost back. Get everything ready so we can go live as soon as we're there." While Rodrick was still tinkering with his new drug in the backseat, Colby cursed Martin under his breath. "Why is that old man being so quiet today?"

"We don't know who survived. Who died. What's waiting for us. We go in prepared for anything. Prepared for the worst. But hoping for something better." "Hope," Hailey said bitterly. The word was poison in her mouth. "Always hope. Even when hope gets people killed. Even when hope is a weapon used against us. Even when hope means watching everyone die while we're powerless to stop it." The pack house appeared ahead. Smoke rising. Fires burning. Destruction visible even from a distance. We'd failed again. Been outmaneuvered again. Lost people again. And whatever waited inside that burning building would probably break us completely.

I refused to join them because I don't like to pretend I was enjoying a vacation when I have a lot of things going on in my mind. I started reading the book Aae left as a gift for Christmas. He went home while Tita Annly spent the breaks at the hospital. Like me, she's not fond of celebrating. I just visited the church during Christmas Eve and watched the fireworks outside the porch. It was sad, but I like it. I made a lot of realizations these past few days. I already touched the soft edge of the book when my eyes caught a glimpse of the flower pot near my coffee. The pink-fern like petals were swaying a little as the wind brushed against my hair.