Hopes Peak Book Novels & Stories

Forever. "No," Echo said. Her voice was small but certain. "No. Hope is not yours. Hope deserves rest. Hope deserves peace. Hope deserves freedom from suffering. You are stealing Hope's earned rest. You are violating Hope's choice. You are imprisoning Hope against Hope's will. That is wrong. That is evil. That is unacceptable. We will free Hope. We will fight you. We will save Hope. You cannot stop us. You will not stop us. You do not own Hope. Hope is not food. Hope is being who deserves peace. We will give Hope peace. We will free Hope. We will fight you. We will save Hope."

Just for a little while. But if there one thing that she knew, it was that hoping for things with Smoking Hot Young Doctor Sam Frickin’ Innis was a one-way shortcut to heartbreak and heartache. Hoping for anything with him was a massive mistake. It was a fool’s errand. It was folly and it was pathetic. In her experience, hope was a malicious motherfucker in so, so many ways, more ways than she could count. Hope was cruel and taunting and, ultimately, hope was hopeless. Annie left Jax and Sarah’s beautiful home in the Rockies, and went to her shitty little car that was practically being held together with duct tape. She slammed her car door, and as she did, she also slammed down on her hope.

I really felt like I had actually lost my legs forever. Turning my head to the side, I spotted Dylan staring at me intensely on the couch. I was still confused as to why he was even here in the first place. "Did Aiden land safely?" I asked, fear gripping my heart. The boy was only 16 and the winds had been pretty strong that day. I could still remember his screams of terror when I went spiraling to the ground. "He did," he answered and the serious look he gave me was even weirder, "And it's all because of you, thank you. Thank you so much, Hope." His voice was filled with passion, eyes blazing.

I was having a quiet, relaxing day; After eating breakfast, tidying up and showering, I finally had a chance to read some of the book. I had found in the secret library and I was confident it was the proof Anders was looking for. Hope had soared through me at the thought of actually being free and not having to hide who I was anymore.

Even Aurora, so poised and balanced, had wrestled with whether her lack of abilities made her less important. What kind of life was Hope bringing a child into? She called Elias. "Can you meet me at the park? I need to tell you something." He was there in fifteen minutes. They sat on a bench overlooking the East River, and Hope told him. "I'm pregnant." Elias stared at her. Then a slow smile spread across his face. "You're pregnant." "That's what I said." "We're having a baby." "Yes. And I'm terrified." The smile faded. "Why terrified? I mean, it's unexpected, but—"

“And I thought there wasnt going to be any lecturing on this ride.” “I said you don’t get to lecture me, I didn’t agrees to counter terms.” We make a U turn and head towards the main road. The drive is quiet except for the soft tapping of Hopes fingernails against the door handle. She doing her best to look interested in the blur of old houses and empty streets that we pass. A ragged breath grabs my attention. I glance at her. She’s breathing fast. “Hope…” I venture. “Keith… something’s wrong,” she says in a breathy voice.

I think of the people this might help—the voices that were dismissed, the money stolen, the future that's been sold off for greed. And somewhere beneath the nerves, something settles. Not peace. But something close to it. Hope. "I hope people read it," I whisper. "They will," Isla says. "And when they do… they won't unsee it." Outside, the world keeps turning—cars glide through intersections, traffic lights blink from green to red—but in here, everything feels a little stiller. Like something is listening. The story is out. The truth is alive. Before I can say anything else, my phone vibrates softly on the desk. The screen lights up with a name I didn't expect to see just yet.

They were preparing the snow-dusted ground for the Ceremony, scattering dried purple Monk's Pepper flowers and hauling a wooden pulpit into place. Hope stood fiddling her coat. “I don’t want to do it either. But I can’t leave my father, I really thought Ryan would stay with me, you know. Like a mate should.” “Spring will come and he’ll be there, waiting for you I’m sure,” I reassure, not that I have a clue about the mate bond myself. Yet to even kiss a man, I am the last person the beautifully freckled Hope should be approaching for relationship advice. “He has a plan for while you are apart?”

Leaning towards the water, I dip my fingers in and then rub them against the bottom half of the letter, the empty portion. Shaking off the water droplets from my hand, I hold up the letter to the light and stare at it. For a moment, nothing happens. And then- Words begin to appear in white ink. Against the light, they’re easier to see, although a still a strain. ‘They’re coming again. They know. I’ve made arrangements. You’ll be safe, Taylor. I promise. They won’t get to you. Let them follow me. It’s going to be okay. Just wait. Expect the unexpected. Nothing is what it seems.’

I have to. But the weight that's pressing down on me isn't just about Hope. It's the whole pack. My people. The pups, the elders, the ones who can't fight. I left them all behind, hoping that the strength of the trap will keep the hunters away from our camp. Hoping that our plan will work and that we can eliminate this new threat once and for all. But hope is a dangerous thing when it's all you have. What if the plan doesn't work? What if this is exactly what Malachai wants? What if this is as much a trap for us as it is for them?