Hopeless Pursuit Novels & Stories

"No, no, no!" I tried to stand. My leg collapsed. Silver prevents healing. Preventing pursuit. Preventing everything. I'd chosen Hope. Abandoned Hailey's impossible choice. I committed everything to finding our daughter. And I'd failed. Completely. Utterly. Failed. Hope was gone. Taken. In enemy hands. While I lay bleeding and useless and broken. The conspirator had won. Not by killing Hope. By taking her. By forcing impossible choices and then punishing both decisions. By making us fail regardless of what we chose.

The group in pursuit are the ones lagging. The sodden ground which should hold the tracks so much more effectively has been covered, the rain doing everything to cover every other trace of the pairs quick departure and the groups incoherent and desperate pursuit filled with anger and very little reason has done everything else to trample any sign that might have been left. Their messy minds unable to focus, they could have missed something or there could be nothing there.

He lets out a rueful grin, hand ruffling his hair in dismay. What did he expect from her anyway? As always, she will be rejected him without thinking and choose that person. Not once or twice she has done this to him, yet, in helplessness, he desperately wished in his heart for her to abandon that man and grab his outstretched hand. Then, he can finally let go of his resentment and move on. But, he is bound to be disappointed. Neither his longing nor yearning reciprocated by heart. Her heart never wavers, and her dazzling eyes only glitter in happiness when she saw that person only. These sentences keep echoing in the back of his mind, dampening his gloomy mood even more.

Kim announced the Red Scarlet necklace, which was supposed to be mine, was sold off to a man I have never even seen in any auction events. “I’ll excuse myself now,” I told Harold out of frustration. I cannot take such defeat from a reckless bidder. The reasons are: One, no one dares to bid thrice as high as Natalie Yoon’s. Two, no one dares to pull a trigger at Natalie Yoon. Lastly, three, no one dares to look at me with a cocky smile! That man better becomes aware of my existence next time. He had dared to challenge me again… . . .

she asks. “Yes,” Hope says, looking at me. I hope we will. “We’re still searching up the Canadian coast of Quebec and Ontario. Hopefully, we’ll find Hope’s father there soon.” “Good luck,” Tanya tells her, hugging her again. Over the next couple of weeks, our lives are pretty much the same. We spend two or three days looking for Hope’s father, sometimes finding polar bear shifters, and sometimes just finding polar bears. Then we go back to whatever city Tanya is having a concert in, making sure she’s okay to perform, before heading back out again.

Everything Hope needed to vanish. "I do not like this plan," Sarah said quietly. "Too many variables. Too many ways it fails." "You have a better one?" "Run. Keep running. Eventually they get tired—" "They will not get tired. Elena has unlimited resources. The Cascade has unlimited rage. We run, they follow. Forever. Until Hope is thirty and still looking over her shoulder." I checked my weapon. "No. This ends tonight. One way or another." My phone buzzed. Text from Torres.

I ask, my voice kind of hoping. But the voice dismiss the idea, said in a wicked tone, “If I were you, I'll stop digging my own grave. Go now, before the pressure done restraining the others!” The hope shattered in me, my mind spun and my heart shook to no end. I shouted to the glowing darkness, “You dare scram me?! You don't even confidence enough to show your face!” I didn't thought much of my words, not even hoping anymore. I just can't stand being scram when I don't ask of it.

He remarked this when he met her angry expression. "Do you realize how many people would be looking for you if they knew you existed?" Do you realize how much trouble you'll cause? For almost acentury, there has been no Fate in ouruniverse. King Shaw would be willing to burnhalf his kingdom just to have his hands on you." Lisa shook her head and averted her gaze. Marke was enraged. They were all enraged. It couldn't possibly be real. "Why is it that everyone craves a Fate so much?"

Every step felt like a jump into something far darker than I'd ever known, but this was my last hope. Damian Russo. His name could freeze blood in this city just from a mention in alleys and bars, served up with nothing more than a whispered warning. I had nothing but one hope-a desperate, foolish hope-and that was that he would help me, despite the stories, about what happened when one fell into his debt. But my mother was fading fast, her medical bills piling up, and this was the last door on which to knock.

Thinking this as a sign that she was starting to warm up to me, I happily joined the line despite the blazing sun. When I came back with the ice cream cone, Remy had completely disappeared. I thought she was just walking around the amusement park, so I waited by the road for a long time. But even when the ice cream had melted and dripped on my hand, she still didn't appear. Only then did I realize something wasn't right. I threw the ice cream cone away and anxiously ran to the service hall to make an announcement looking for her. They made the announcement thrice, but Remy still didn't appear.