Hopeless Series Novels & Stories

I muttered softly This false comfort of a few seconds broke down so easily when all of my thoughts started rushing into my head. I started sobbing uncontrollably, "*haah*, *haah*, shi..t, what is going on, what do I do now? I need to go back, what...happened to.. my friends, and that creature!- forget it I don't even wanna think about it" This trip fucking sucks, if only I hadn't agreed to go with that bastard Skylar before. None of this would've happened. Non..e... Skylar, I wonder how he is doing, Gray, Jake, and... Faye.. I wonder..

I licked the blood at the corner of my lips and forced myself upright. I could not collapse. I could not do that just yet. “If you want me to stop hiding, then pay me.” I extended a hand out to Jonah. “I want 500 thousand dollars and nothing less. As long as you pay me, I’ll go to the hospital right now for the transplant.” As he looked at my hand, Jonah slowly narrowed his eyes. He had held my hand countless times, but he looked at it in disgust this time. “When did you become this way, Ryleigh?” Jonah’s voice was hoarse and questioning. “Where’s the Ryleigh I knew? She would’ve gone hungry for two days just to save a stray cat.”

There were two famous deadweights in Kingsgate's high society. One was me, Millie Tanner, the pampered little princess whose only talents were shopping and throwing parties. The other was my childhood friend, Iver Langford, the fragile young heir born with autism and congenital heart failure. However, my older brother was the most feared name in the underworld, and my second brother was the richest man in the country. Iver's older sister was the undefeated queen of the courtroom, and his second sister was a surgeon whose hands could bring back the dead. One day, the four of them were chatting over a game of poker. "Raising one hopeless case takes the same effort as two. Might as well pair

She could see the South Gate, now standing open, the liquid gold of its bars shimmering in the sun. "I am a Thorne," Hope whispered, her voice echoing the lethal precision of her father’s greatest deals. She picked up the 1977 cassette tape—the one that had survived the space-void and the family war. She held it to her chest, the magnetic ribbon a thin, brown line against her skin. "The interest is too high," Hope said to the shadows. "I’m not paying it. I’m Declaring Bankruptcy." She didn't sign the Auditor’s deal. She Smashed the Window.

The ranch was technically Carter's, but he'd given her the space to make it all about kids. Mia had all sorts of amazing ideas for this place. She wanted foster kids to come and learn tools to make their lives better, to give them confidence, and mostly a place to belong. Mountain Hope Ranch in Silver Springs was going to change a lot of kids' lives for the better, Laura knew it in her bones.

He quickly pinned all his hopes on Nora's pregnancy, convincing himself over and over that he loved her and that their child would bring him salvation. Unfortunately, after Nora gave birth, the baby's blood type didn't match Miles's at all. A seed of suspicion sprouted in his heart. He took the child for a DNA test, and it turned out the baby wasn't his. After sending the child to an orphanage, Miles locked Nora in their home and stabbed her to death with a knife. Before his death, he asked Carter to tell me, "I'm sorry, Lani. I failed to see people clearly in this life. I mistook a worthless rock for a precious stone and lost the real gem…

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now? Hope is the most addictive substance on this earth, Ember. More addictive than the herbs, more destructive than anything Rafael ever put in a compound. I have been HOPING for months. I hoped when they said six months. I hoped when the coughing started. I hoped when the blood came and I told myself it was just irritation. I hoped every single morning when I opened my eyes and thought maybe today the tests would come back different, maybe today the trajectory would change, maybe today would be the day someone told me I wasn’t dying.” She’s gasping between the words and the gasping is wet and laboured and the tissue in her hand is soaked

Desperately. The battle raged. Reality convulsed. The between-space shattered and reformed and shattered again. And the rescue party waited. Helpless. Desperate. Hoping. Hoping the philosopher could win. Could defeat Hunger. Could free Hope. Hoping. Desperately. Absolutely. Hoping.

**When Hope Hangs by a Thread** The sterile beep of Samuel’s monitors echoed through the room, a haunting reminder of the fragile line between hope and despair. Claire and Ethan had been at the hospital for what felt like days, watching helplessly as the doctors worked tirelessly to stabilize Samuel. The infection had spread quickly, attacking his organs, and now they were racing against time to save his life.

And now, we were on borrowed time. I glanced at the horizon again, a sense of unease settling over me. "What happens now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Hayden didn’t answer right away. His gaze followed mine, his expression hardening as he looked out into the distance. "We prepare for war." -----