Hopeless Series Novels & Stories

I can see a mixture of hurt and anger in his eyes as he hears Hope's words. Hope is ready to make another go at me, but soon as she launches herself, Wesley turns onto his wolf. A massive black and brown wolf launches himself at Hope, breaking her spine in half as. And all I can hear is a whimper-yell as she falls to the ground. I'm unsure if she is dead or alive, but Harou howls as he sees her fall. He's in pain, and I can feel it, just as Wesley is. 🥀✨🥀✨🥀✨🥀✨🥀✨🥀✨🥀✨

He showed no trace of the hard, haunted look I had assumed he’d been born with. I skimmed the brief bio. Age: Twenty-seven (which would make him thirty-five now). Height: Six-foot-three”. Weight: Two hundred pounds. Idea of a perfect date: A “Secrets of Ankelo” marathon. I fell back against the cushions. Secrets of Ankelowas a campy fantasy television series that had been a guilty pleasure of mine during its three-year run. Wow! He was an “Ankie”. Who would’ve guessed?

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

nothing. “What the hell?” I whispered. How did I get here? I looked next to me and saw a shovel in one hand and a knife in the other. I tossed the knife away from me in revulsion. My hands were bloody and I trembled in horror. Then, I realized there was a hole near me. Not ready for what I was about to behold, I peeked into the hole and screamed. In the dugout pit. . . was Hailee. . .dead

"Shut up. No. There is no way you haven't heard of 'Hopeless Henry'. That’s impossible." "Should I have?" "He’s the most iconic character in the territory right now! Well, he's not in a real book yet, but he should be. I’d buy every edition. Right now, the University Administration Hall just runs his story as a weekly serial in the digital Gazette." "That’s why. I only read the print editions. The screen gives me a headache." "That is a tragedy. Henry is incredible. I know he’s just ink and pixels, but that poor, wandering soul is basically my twin flame."

There's a wicked look in his face, almost like he's fucking daring me. With a sigh, I gave him my number and the rest as they say is history. I started getting cleanup calls for all the mob bosses and their men then it became its own service along with killing. I’ve become numb to the entire exchange, I wish I could say I feel bad about it but I’m not killing school teachers or nuns, the guys I’m hired to kill are bad men, they’ve done terrible things. Do I feel bad for their families? No. They’re better off.

“What do you mean, return? Hannah already transferred everything to me willingly! You have no right to take it back! “And she is not even here! Who made you her spokesperson? “Or are you just trying to steal everything for yourself?” Her voice rose higher and higher, laced with shrill desperation. Sophie did not say a word. She simply handed over a folder and a flash drive to Mr. Clark. Inside was Hannah’s official last will and testament, and a pre-recorded video message. As for that so-called “voluntary waiver,” it only applied to certain assets. My properties, overseas accounts, shares, and personal savings were never meant for anyone else. Lisa stared at the video. Her expression shifted

"Three others died because I exposed Raven. You were tortured because you trusted my sanctuary program." "Three others died because Raven murdered them. We were tortured because Raven is a monster. You're not responsible for her actions, Alpha Silverclaw. She is." Rationally, Hope knows this. Emotionally, she carries every death as a personal failure. Cameron finds her in her office on day four, staring at casualty reports without processing them. "The two missing volunteers were recovered," Cameron says gently. Hope looks up sharply. "Alive?" "No. Bodies found in the warehouse rubble. But we have them. Their families can have closure."

Director Harlow, silver-haired, aristocratic features frozen in an expression of disbelief as he turned to face the intruders. "Impossible," he whispered, his gaze fixing on Maya's glowing form. "The suppression fields…”

"Solomon has forever to live for. You have only one chance. Do not waste it." She looked at me and dragged her elbow out of my grip, and headed into the house. *** "Desmond!" Hope called from upstairs. I was seated on the couch with a glass of alcohol in my hand. I was thinking of what to do next. I contemplated how to treat the "Raven and Theo" disease. They were becoming a nuisance in my head, and I wondered how long I could hold them. And then, Hope's scream brought me back to reality.