Hopelessly Optimistic Novels & Stories

“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"

Leonardo Hope is the worst emotion to experience when there’s no light at the end of the tunnel. You wait. You pray. You even try to delude yourself that it’s not happening to you. That it just can’t be you. But that’s the problem with hope. The false positive. The feeling that the horrible situation can end any moment when that’s far from the truth. It’s the falsification of reality. The yearning for a different dream. A feeling of being on the cloud that can’t be reached in real-time.

"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."

There are so many what ifs in my head. I want to be optimistic. I want to believe that my future will only hold happiness, even if I have seize that happiness with my own two hands. But I already know that, that is not going to be my fate and it feels like the earth is being pulled right out from under me and I’m sinking into this bottomless pit of despair and darkness. Taking a deep breath, I give him a small smile, squeezing his hand back. Faith. I’ll try and have faith.

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"

Else. Hopeful. Maybe. Just. Maybe. Hopeful.

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

I believed I might escape for a little period. For a brief minute, I wished it was horrible. That's terrible. I hadn't felt optimistic in a long time. I had forgotten and would soon forget what it was like. Hope was perilous. Hope gets the better of me. It leads to my death. It ignites a little flame inside me that can only be controlled. I can't handle another meltdown. Not right now. Not ever again. So I did what I was told and gave up. But only for a short time. * * *

he reassuringly nodded his head. I wished I could have the positivity he had. It was the one thing we used to have in common. We remained positive not only for ourselves but for each other but now I couldn't help but be pessimistic with the thick gray cloud looming over my head. Right now, him saying things would get better seemed like he was hoping and maybe praying for the impossible because I saw no way for this situation to get better.