Hopeless Series Novels & Stories

"Don't lose hope." "Stay strong, your lawyer will help you." Monica father said. "Your innocence will be revealed soon." "Thank you, Dad, please take good care of my Mom and Sarah. 💥💥💥 At the Lawrence mansion, Daniel was walking in circles in his room, he couldn't bring himself to fathom how this went wrong. So wrong. He still couldn't understand what he witnessed at the assembly room, his mind was disorganised and his brain refused to think of anything; it seemed as if it was under the lordship of shock and uncertainties. "Fuck." He cursed and slammed his hand hard on the wall.

“Reporter Han. It’s a pleasure to meet you, doctor.” Ah… SBS Media Holding’s daughter, Jessica Han. She was back then a girl who drank my spoilt milk but now I guess, she’s currently milking her parents. “Jessica Han, what a pleasure to see you again.” Tsk. The last thing I would want to encounter for this night is Jessica Han. She has always been a brat to me. “Indeed. As someone who isn’t even addicted to auctions, I came here just to see a great friend who happened to be one. Isn’t it frustrating to have your first loss?”

Cassian rubbed a hand across his face. The exhaustion in his expression seemed overwhelming. "Selena..." "What?" "We don't know everything yet." "No." She laughed bitterly. "We know enough." The room fell quiet. Outside, waves crashed against the island cliffs. Inside, everything felt broken. Because Hope's death had always been a tragedy. Now— it was becoming a question. And questions were dangerous. Very dangerous. Especially when powerful people wanted them buried. Minutes later, another notification appeared on the laptop. Both froze. Neither touched anything.

The deafening silence seemed to slow down the hands of time. Hazel felt like the whole city fell quiet, and she hated this silence. She felt confused, upset, and hopeless. 'Hopeless? Why would I feel hopeless? I knew from the start that nothing's ever going to happen, so why would I feel hopeless?' Hazel scoffed at her own thoughts. She always knew that whatever was happening between them was all part of the deal. She never hoped for anything to happen. It was all for show—nothing was real. Hazel denied the thought without hesitation, despite hearing the little voice from her heart that kept going against her.

The silver-oil was still there, embedded under her fingernails like a permanent stain. "You saved the people, Mother," Hope said, her voice a fragile, human whisper. "But you didn't save the System. The First Luna is still in the Cloud. And the Blood-Lords are still waiting for me to finish the meal." She looked at the horizon, where a nineteenth beam of light—this one a deep, pulsing Black-Emerald—was rising from the Abyss. "The Nineteenth Cycle: The Harvest of the Heart," Hope said. "And this time, I'm the one who's going to be the Bait."

She immediately asks, dropping the thought that is a hard slap in front of Jeffrey and directly to his mind and consciousness “I may not be there from the very beginning of this world and book’s loop. But I knew everything enough to not hope for something hopeless.” Her direct rejection. Adding the wound that Jeffrey already had. Knowing that this world and book of Death Reincarnate doesn’t have a happy ever after, but a dark tragedy that is written and well planned from the very beginning by the beings who are currently playing chess, where they are all their pieces. “Hopeless? Tsk!”

Death says "Well, I mean, you look like a normal human to me and Mika said if someone looked at you they would see their worst nightmare and that humans can't see you, so what the fuck did you expect?" I ask him, leaning on my arms as if to tell him to actually tell me what he expected. He pursed his lips and crossed his arms over his chest, but his golden eyes twinkled. "Stupid golden eyes," I grumble crossing my arms Aphrodite, Hera, and Demeter sat beside me, "I like her," Aphrodite said wrapping her arms around me in a hug and I hugged back looking around awkwardly making Poseidon laugh

The two of us had lost all hope of ever finding a happy ending such a long time ago. When we agreed to be the Witch Queen's mate some of that hope returned, as we had both thought that maybe if we put in an effort this time, we could actually be happy. I wasn't so sure about that anymore though, but he disagreed. He still believes that we can help her, or more that we were chosen to help her through this dark period in her life. Unfortunately we can't do anything if she won't let us though, which is what I have to keep reminding him. Regardless, she was our problem now, so we just had to figure out a way to live with her.

It broke his heart more. The days faded into weeks, the weeks to months. Daniel had given up on keeping track of how long he had been down there. When he finally heard somebody unlock the cellar door he jumped up, filled with hope. Hope that the preacher realized he had made a mistake. He would even marry Louise if that's what it took, so his mother didn't have to witness what he knew was coming next. But when he saw the man that punched him, his body sank. Daniel knew at that point, there was no hope. The man unlocked Daniel’s cell door and drug him out and up the stairs. When the sunlight hit him he was blinded. He almost didn’t see the pillar of twigs and straw. Daniel thought he was jus

being happy about each other's path. “1... 2... 3...Clear...” Being fine ... “Raise the voltage!” ...when you see them walk away from your life. But, me... “Her heartbeat is getting too slow.” ... I'll come with him... We'll end up together again. We'll be happy. He is waiting for me... My hope is not here... I am... Blair... and this is my own happy ending. “Ms. Blair Novak. Time of death May 4, 2020, 9:00 pm.”