Hopelessly Optimistic Novels & Stories

Bright side: I wouldn’t be there, so I couldn’t accidentally become even more of a rumour. Downside: My best friend was about to stand in a crowd of screaming fans, searching for a fantasy. And I was about to go home and pretend I wasn’t spending my evenings making soup for the boy she’d die to see up close. Sometimes, optimism is easy. Sometimes, it feels like balancing on a very thin line and smiling anyway.

I look forward to the day when we can tackle problems together. I bet nothing is impossible with her around. Then, I checked myself and brushed the unruly thoughts aside. Why am I being pessimistic? It was not me. For the first time in my life, I felt fear of losing someone. Maybe because I love her. I love Veronica Miller. I looked at the time, feeling increasingly worried as each hour passed. I had worked with the hopeless all my life, and their enthusiasm for each moment despite adversity must have rubbed off on me as I kept hoping for the best.

It was a harsh reminder of my own longing for love and the disappointment that often followed. My past experiences had left me yearning for affection, turning me into a hopeless romantic, longing for something that seemed elusive. But hey, who knows what the future holds? Maybe one day, my delusional puppy-like optimism will lead me to a love that surpasses my wildest dreams. Until then, I'll keep hoping and maybe even enjoy the journey along the way. I flipped my phone over, hoping to see a text from Alex, but there was nothing. No call, no message.

Provocatively, she said, "This necklace isn't worth much, Hilary. There's no need to get mad at me." I frowned slightly. I hadn't even bothered with getting mad. I had many necklaces like hers, but I didn't like any of them. "You shouldn't be so petty, Hilary," Arnold admonished me, assuming that I was unhappy about it. "Don't overthink it." I found all that ridiculous. Sighing, I said, "I'm not mad. Really. You're the ones who shouldn't overthink it." Arnold seemed surprised, judging by his gaze, and he remained suspicious. "That'd be great."

“But it’s for all of us. If one of you doesn’t marry him, he’ll shut down all our companies and leave us with nothing. I wanted to talk to Amy, but she has a boyfriend and she wouldn’t listen to me. You’re my last hope… please don’t say no.” Emma’s voice broke as she tried to kneel in front of Jenny, but Jenny quickly grabbed her hands. “No! No, please don’t kneel,” Jenny cried. “I’ll do it. I’ll marry him. Just… don’t do that.” Emma’s eyes glistened. “Thank you, dear.” “I’ll endure whatever happens to me,” Jenny whispered, though her heart shook. “I believe every man has a weakness… and maybe one woman can change him, no matter how tough he is.”

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“Let you whisper to him? Let him know you’re still fighting? Let him give you hope?” He smiled slowly, and was cruel. “No, darling. Hope is dangerous. And I’ve worked too hard to keep you hopeless.”

"ohh wow I've never been to a gay club before" I shouted "WHAT?!" "I SAID I'VE NEVER BEEN TO A GAY CLUB BEFORE" "WHAT" "never mind" I replied and used my hands to gesture don't worry about it. An hour later we have been dancing away and getting drunk, we head outside for a cigarette, I only smoke when drunk, Emma is sitting on Jesse's lap. "You two are so cute together, I wish I was with someone like one of you two"

"That doesn't mean we should abandon hope. You are an Omega, the embodiment of-" "Oh, please," I rolled my eyes, another tear streaming down my face. "An Omega who cannot even heal a head injury. Perhaps the rumors are accurate; perhaps Sophia is right. Maybe I am a defective Omega." Jacob drew me closer to him until my head rested against his chest. I hugged him, crying as I thought about everything. Hope. Hope. Hope. Hope was beginning to feel useless. "Just so you know, nothing is above the moon goddess," he said, in a rather warm and comforting voice, rubbing my back in comforting circles. "I want you to be optimistic, Annalisa. We all should be. Our goddess would never forsaken us."

What a nice little situation to get yourself into after getting in the black book of the school's only idol. I manage a small smile on my face, opening my mouth to talk, but then again, there's nothing to talk about. What hopeful word will work for a hopeless person? Someone who had just lost her house and her only means of survival. I seriously want to laugh at my situation now... of course, not because I find it funny, but because it's way beyond tears. The pain, the sorrow; I cannot cry it out. "It's going to be fine" I finally say, not with much conviction, but enough to lighten up the darkness that now surrounds us. "We're going to be okay"