Hopeless Pursuit Novels & Stories

"I mean you’re focused. But people like Cain and Cole? They don’t have to be focused. They have too much money and too much time. And when people like that get bored, they start playing games." I frowned. "What kind of games?" "I don't have the full story," Petra said, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "Nobody does. But the rumor is they have a history. People call them 'pursuits.' It’s like they pick a target and see who can get to them first, or who can break them the fastest. It’s some messed up rich-kid hobby. I’ve heard things about girls leaving mid-semester, or guys losing their scholarships because they got caught up in whatever mess those two were making."

Her existence was a cycle of labor and punishment, each day a new verse in her hymn of suffering. Yet, deep within the wreckage of her soul, a fragile thread of hope flickered. Nero. Her twin. The boy whose laughter once filled her days. She clung to the impossible dream that he would find her, that he would storm this gilded prison and pull her from the abyss. It was a delusion, perhaps, but it was all she had. As her body screamed and her vision blurred, Natasha’s heart whispered his name, a silent prayer against the howling storm. She was exhausted, her life hanging by that thread, and still she feared death—not for herself, but for the chance it would steal her reunion with him.

The thought that he would still look for the keys to unlock the door gave her hope that she could outrun him so she took the road and started running as fast as her feet could carry her, hoping that she would see a cop or someone or even a house to run in to, or if possible, a phone booth so that she could call her father and tell him where to find her in case the devil of a man catch up to her. But no matter how fast she ran or the distance, she saw no one, not a house or even a phone booth, nothing but trees, and unending road, she looked behind her to see him giving her a hot pursuit, the action gave her a déjà vu, he had chased her last night as well, only that it was in a dark hallway u

Caught in transition that never completed. And in that suspension, Hope suffered. The hundreds suffered. Unable to rest. Unable to cease. Unable to become nothing. Just... trapped. Forever. Suffering in endless transition. And Hunger fed on that suffering. Consumed that pain. Devoured that agony. For one hundred and fifty years. Hunger had been feeding on Hope. Consuming Hope's suffering. Devouring Hope's endless pain. The rescue party saw Hope. Saw the hundreds. Saw them trapped in prison of twisted reality.

As if possess, they nodded and scream in a chorus, “Hunt, hunt, hunt!” As the time passes, their aspiration become clear and is becoming one of the order. The classic contain the knowledge, and the way out is right in the open. However, the bloody-robe couldn't explain the passage, and only getting weary as the time passes. He begun to miss the people he left behind, but they are become the shadow of the mind. “I coudn't even bid my farewell,” he muttered, reveal the regrets in his darkest eyes. He did everything and even goes so far to reach through the other classics and search the way out. But the darkness spread through and is trying to possess the endless cycle.

I could see him shaking, his fighting spirit dwindling with each step as he ran to escape the inevitable. My eyes remained trained on him, my senses sharp, my mind razor-focused. And so, the pursuit continued a strange spectacle of desperation and resolution through the maze of an awakening city. I don't know how long we navigated the twists and turns, the rhythm of our chase embedded in the alleyways and street corners until it felt as though the city was a part of our journey, the silent witness to our game of cat and mouse. The morning was still young when we saw him falter. Hope drained from his eyes as the finality of the situation weighed on him.

We had climbed on Deimos's jet as fast as we could last night and departed my pack lands before Phobos could pursue us, he is an exceptional hunter who values a good chase and we needed to flee as soon as possible if we wanted to evade his wrath. My male's howl of loss still echoes in the abyss of my mind and I clench my eyes shut my body shuddering as I recall the excruciating despair he held. It was a call indeed, a hopeless plea for me to return to his awaiting arms I could feel it in my soul and every inch of my being. I do not know how many lives will be lost in his relentless pursuit for me, have I been too selfish? Was I too rash and thoughtless to leave him like this?

Her heart nearly stopped. “You’re successful now,” she said. “You have everything. Why would you want the same girl you left behind?” “Because I never stopped loving her.” The room felt suddenly smaller. Dangerous. Hope was a dangerous emotion for Evelyn. “I don’t believe you,” she said. “You don’t have to,” Lincoln replied. “But I’m not giving up this time.” Her chest tightened again. Every man she had dated after Lincoln had been an attempt to replace something that could never truly be replaced.

RPOV Songs: Should Have Known Better by Sufjan Stevens, The Ghost Inside by Broken Bells, Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap It had been two full weeks and I was nowhere near being closer to escaping my luxurious prison. It was probably a little harsh calling it a prison since it was far more lavish than any palace I could remember—little less a jail cell—but my stuck up captors were refusing to let me leave. They insisted it was for the best right now and that when the time came they would personally escort me home, but how could I trust a group of people I had never met and knew absolutely nothing about?

Ayo, on the other hand, answered him with mixed feelings. Perfect looked down at Ayo from where she sat and her mind wandered off to the Olympiad she had participated in, whilst in JSS 3, just like Ayo. She had made it to the semifinals that year and was only a step from reaching the finals when the unexpected happened. It had been the same pulpit Ayo was currently using. She had been smiling just like Ayo was and the quizmaster had asked her the same exact question he just did Ayo. Afterwards, he had broken the sad news to her with displeasure on his face. However, she hoped the same isn’t the case for Ayo as it would only shatter every lining of hope left in the other students from their s