Hopeless Pursuit Novels & Stories

~Katarina~ I run through the woods, my feet not moving fast enough. I’d much rather have Hope make this journey, but she’s struggling right now. Our pup is gone, and Hope is going feral. I continue through the woods, chasing the scent that was left behind. The scent is familiar, and I know who it belongs to. I have to hope that I can get to them before they get too far. I feel a crowd of people following me. I know that they are chasing me through the woods to give me support. I stay focused on the road ahead. I can’t afford to cut my focus because I might lose my chance to get my child back.

On the contrary, I had been too fearful to do the same in some way. "Desperation led her to do what she did," Christian tells Max. "But it's fair to say she still carries some guilt." Max snorts, and Christian adds, "She tried to come clean several times, but Lazzaro and Ryan recorded everything for a reason. The footage you just saw has been Addison Bailey's own sword of Damocles. Yes, she got what she wanted, but the dark path she chose left her with no turning back. February 21, 2021, turned out to be both the best and worst day of her life." "She was afraid Max would never see her the same way," I understand Christian's words, but Max remains unconvinced.

We had been searching from dawn to dusk, with no sign of anything. If I was to be honest, I did not expect to find it like this. Celeste was clear that the fountain would only show itself under rare circumstances. There was an army of people out here, all with their own wants and desires. It would be impossible for them all to be completely pure at heart. I had tried to argue that point, but it landed on deaf ears. Vivian grumbling about too many variables. There were too many variables, that was the problem. Every person here added a new variable. Which made this impossible. The fountain would never show, and never show it did. We had been searching for days, with not a sign of anything man

Her voice was full of distress. Ahh! The missing son of the Southeria, Zaiden's best friend. It was almost a year ago that they did not find his friend after a lot of images that took place in La Moran a year ago between the vampire hunters. All concluded his friend was dead, even his mourning parents. They all had this belief that when they couldn’t find you within months, they surmised you were dead, even there was no evidence to prove it. And the lying truth that you were alive out there needed help. “Ma, is that our strife again? I’m enjoying what I choose, Ma. I always promise you that nothing happened to me. You know me, Ma,” Zaiden teasingly said and winked at her.

Many would disappear into the trees before the last of the prey had even crossed the starting line. The second group was filled with the more reluctant participants. They held little hope of evading capture. They knew they would get caught and didn’t particularly want to put forth the full effort necessary to win this round. They’d done it before and were tired of the game or they had met their mate and were resigned to their fate. The reality was that no one had evaded capture in ten years when they were being hunted, so they had little hope of triumphing. While freedom may have been their main goal, their unwillingness to keep up with the first group would almost guarantee their demise.

It was a pity his boss had no idea that the weight of the world was indeed resting on his shoulders. Once Ara was outside the main building, he headed for the parking lot where his official car was parked. The time was 3:33am when he left the office for his apartment. On the drive home Ara did a lot of thinking. There was something inside of him telling him that the death of his partner might have nothing to do with the case of the human guinea pigs but everything to do with the concept of the impossible destination though no one alive knew about the concept except him because he believed that David Merkel had no idea what he had been harboring for years. Ara trusted the dead attorney even t

The ragdoll hopped on its foot. "If I fought like that, I would've ruled the beginner zone." Other than our chatter, we listened every day to the tree spirit grumbling and complaining about another section of forest being destroyed. Over and over, the same name came up: Victor. For days straight, he tore through one stretch of woods after another. The tree spirit fumed, but it couldn't stop him. And for some reason, guilt crept into my chest. The final boss had a sharp tongue, but a soft heart.

I couldn't bear to entertain such a notion, for it would shatter the fragile thread of hope I clung to. "David, we can't stop looking for him," I pleaded, my voice shaking with determination as I held onto the small glimmers of hope we had left. Claus and Luis rose from their seats, their eyes brimming with determination. Luis grabbed the pile of posters, gripping tightly onto our diminishing opportunities to uncover the truth. In that instant, I spotted the words written at the bottom of the posters, and a surge of anger coursed through me. Whose misguided idea was it to include such a misleading caption? "If you have any information about the person mentioned above, please report to Beta D

“Then we better take that chance, because I’m not about to die because of something I have no clue about. Please, slow down.” “No, kid. Don’t talk. – Trix, take this sharp corner.” Seven knew very well what could happen next, he has watched a lot of car chases and he knew what this meant. Their constant resistance is a nuisance to the unknown men who were assigned to kill them all. The stubborn relative to the David guy is determined to keep up the chase until the pursuers get tired or lose them in the process. None of this was going to happen. The Hilux disappeared into a corner and for the single moment, Wale and Trix were relieved that they had stopped tracking them.

Their relentless pursuit of justice, albeit misguided, left us questioning the very foundations of our mission. Caught in the crosshairs of this relentless pursuit, Nathaniel and I found ourselves thrust into a game of cat and mouse, constantly on the run and seeking refuge in the shadows. The Phantom's orchestrated traps and calculated moves pushed us to our limits, testing the strength of our bond and our commitment to each other.