Novel & Cerita Hopeless Pursuit

JOSHUA POV As soon as Joel blew the whistle, all the bikers start to fly their bike. 3rd rider was the one who was ahead of all of us. I was at last. I don’t show my potential just right at the beginning. It’s fun to let people believe that they are winning and enjoy their reaction at finishing line. While I was moving ahead, I saw the biker next to me looking like at me and passing a snarky smile. It was a smile that I couldn’t get at first but next he did was push me, trying to get me out of the race. Suddenly I was the picture of Babi and my brother together in my mind. All the anger and feeling of betrayal came rushing through my veins. I don’t know since when I started to lover this m

"I still don't understand, you idiot." "Oh? Is that so?" He chuckled. "I'll clarify it then." He sat properly. "I had a lil' dog. He always had been by my side. He's awfully cute. Yet suddenly... my dog ​​disappeared. He vanished and since then I became totally lonesome." Luxious smiled sadly. "Don't you still get it?" He glanced at me. "What if I don't agree?" I said. The smile disappeared from Luxious's lips quickly. "Shame."

With those words, Henry strode off with Linda in his arms, while Tina leaned on her car, sliding down and buried her head between her legs. She had held a shred of hope even as she returned. Sophie was dead—there was no way Henry could have found her even if she rushed back. With that, he just might believe her and return her rightful victory in the tournament. However, that attitude from him clearly meant there was no hope of turning things around. A hundred grand was worth nothing to the rich, but the average person would never accumulate so much money in such a short period of time.

Hope. Her eyes had been so goddamn beautiful in that moment, but I knew all too well that it wasn’t a good sign. Hope was dangerous. Hope was just another way to get hurt. It’s a game where you gamble your life and your heart on something uncertain, and most of the time, you lose. Something about the whole thing unsettled me. It wasn’t just Reiley Alden, or the mystery surrounding her. It was the fact that someone—Tristan or whoever the fuck that guy was—knew something about Althea that I didn’t.

Shawn truly disappeared after that. I heard that Hugh's men sent him to a remote small town, and the little money he had left was stolen on the way. He tried to contact Suzie, only to learn that her family had already cut all ties with him. Suzie herself agreed with her family's arrangements and married another wealthy businessman from a well-connected family. I heard the wedding was quite lively. The woman he had once treated as his dream girl did not hesitate for even a second when he fell on hard times. She turned around and threw herself into another man's arms immediately.

I try to free my hand which is still under the grip of the man but I fail. I don't know how much time passes. It feels like an eternity as I am still sitting in the car. I don't know what they want from me. I don't know where they are taking me. Hell! What they are going to do with me? What if they are going to kill me and dump my body in a ditch? What if they are gonna leave me in a jungle to be eaten up by wild animals? Fuck! What if they are going to rape me? Come on Nicole can you just not be any more pessimistic. Oh god! I mentally curse myself for being so careless and staying up this late at my clinic. If I wouldn't have stayed there till now I would have been sleeping peacefully at m

"Bernard, sending Vera away doesn't change a thing. If you cheated once, there'll be a second time, and then a third time. When you joked to your friends that I was boring, did you ever think how much that would hurt me?" The spark of hope in his eyes died out, leaving only a dull gray emptiness. "It was you who came after me. You swore you'd never betray me. And yet, you cheated and insulted me. Bernard, you're disgusting!" With that, I turned and walked away. This time, he didn't stop me. ... A few weeks later, I packed my bags for the program overseas. Just as I stepped out to grab a few last things, Wyatt texted me an address and said I had to come.

The thought of that wiped the smile clean off my face. “Oh come on, cheer up. You’re gonna do great!” Melissa said, trying to bolster my spirits. She was always good at that and I genuinely appreciated the effort even though it wasn’t working this time. “I hope so Mel. I hope-“ the sound of the horn that announced the beginning of the Hunt stopped me mid sentence. I gasped in shock. “They aren’t supposed to blow it yet. They’re supposed to send people to make sure everyone is at their station” Mel winced. “I think they did hon”

But for Lilia, none of that mattered. Her eyes were fixed on the painting—the last item of the night. "Horizon’s Lament," a masterpiece by Elian Devereux, the last work from the renowned artist before his untimely death. She had spent months studying it—memorizing every brushstroke, tracing the artist's intentions in catalog prints, and immersing herself in its history. This was more than just a painting. It was her last connection to something pure, something untouchable. And tonight, she was determined to win it.

“Chase it!!!” There was no time to restrain Jim. Everyone bolted toward the exits, their footsteps loud, uneven, and frantic. Jim let out a cold, mirthless laugh, dashing after the Grail himself. There was no hint of fear in his stride, as though capture was impossible, or at least irrelevant. ⸻ ◆ The Pursuit