Hopes Peak Book Novels & Stories

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

“What do you know? Will has been researching the heatwave for years. Only by having him verify the plan can I feel at ease. This is an apocalyptic heatwave. Central City is already building a base, and our family must secure a viable survival plan. The position of base leader cannot fall into someone else’s hands.” He sighed and then looked directly at Janine. “And don’t forget, you were the one who knelt in front of me back then, begging me to agree to your marriage to Will. And now you hit and curse him? What kind of behavior is that?”

And Hope—Hope had no idea what was coming. Perfect. **TO BE CONTINUED...** ---

With her, peace was something he could strive for. He moved to rise and she got up. Without an answer he made his way for the tent. He didn't know much of it, but he knew enough to know that hope was a dangerous thing. It lured in the unsuspecting, those who craved for something. It promised possibilities, like a ripe fruit on the brink of falling, only to drop rotten.

“But we’re still going to check it out.” The old man sighed, shaking his head. “Good luck to you, then. You’ll need it.” As we walked away from the camp, the sun dipping lower on the horizon, I felt a storm brewing inside me. Hope was a dangerous thing. It could lift you up, make you feel alive again. But it could also destroy you. As we headed toward New Haven, I didn’t know if we were about to find salvation… or our undoing.

Time is running out. When do you stop chasing someone you love? When they ask you to? Or never? Tell me what you think! Should they go after Hope? Or let her find her own way? Chapter 62 is HOPE IN DARKNESS and it's going to be DEVASTATING! END OF CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

"You could have had everything. You could have been empress. You could have ruled the world. Instead you chose—this. Hiding. Running. Pretending to be normal. What a waste." "I chose family," Hope said quietly. "I chose love. I chose being human over being god. That is not waste. That is—everything." Dr. Zhao had no answer. She just turned and walked away. Defeated. Broken. Gone. We stood in silence. Watching them disappear. Waiting for another attack. Another trap. Another— Nothing came. Just silence. Just peace. Just—victory. "Is it really over?" Hope asked. "Is the Consortium really gone?"

The company's twenty-five years on the screen. "Can I tell you something?" Hope says. "Always," Aria says. "The book," Hope says. "Yours and Dad's. What We Were Always Building Toward." She holds Aria's gaze. "I read it when it published. I've read it three times since." She pauses. "The first line." "She walked in and the room changed," Aria says.

Glimpses of that old Samantha buried beneath the steel and silence. I rubbed my hands together and glanced around camp, mist curling low over the ground, the faint orange blush of dawn just starting to bleed over the trees. It was the last day here. Finally. I should’ve felt relief. Hell, I’d been counting the hours until we could leave this cursed place, with its ghosts and memories that refused to stay buried. But instead of relief, my chest carried something else. Something that made me restless. Hope. The word had slipped into my head last night and refused to leave, and it pissed me off a little. Hope was dangerous. Hope was a setup for disappointment. Still… it was there, pulsing quiet

“As you wish, my love.” Levi seems calmer now, and as we pull up to Hope’s house I am feeling better about the situation. Perhaps Hope can set his mind at ease in a way that I can’t. I really hope so. Hope sees our car pull up and runs out. She looks so excited to see us that it seems like I may get my wish. “Levi, Amber, come in! I’ve just finished Hope’s medicine! And I want to show you what I’ve been working on, it’s terrific!”