I Fell In Love With Hope Book Novels & Stories

A worthy price compared to the alternatives. Deep down, there was a teeny tiny piece of her heart that held hope that her marriage still had a chance. But the rest of her heart had been shattered too many times from years of neglect, together with her expectations that there was no longer a place to keep that love alive. Her heart was just a tiny fleck away from being completely frozen. But that tiny fleck kept giving her hope and encouraging her to press on, hold on just a little longer. Not to give up yet. That things might turn out better. That maybe Liam loved her, and he hadn’t realized it yet. As stupid as it may sound, she believed that one day she might have a happy ever after with h

Hope can't sleep because she still thinks about Yuan and what he said. It is pitiful for the children who are their children. It's heartwarming because Yuan's love for his wife is so genuine. Because it takes a long time for him to forget. It's rare nowadays to have a man like that who is so true to love. I have never experienced that with others. They are just miserable because they love truly and then the person they loved is no longer in the world. That's why I'm here, even though I'm not sure if I'll succeed in making him fall in love with me, I'm ready to do everything I can just to give him new hope and the will to fall in love.

Mahjub Al-Makki Four years have passed since the day Hope hit me at the entrance of the conference, the day I broke her heart and realized I was doing the worst thing I could. At that moment outside, when I heard her speak and felt the pain she was feeling, I felt miserable for destroying the heart of an innocent girl. Even knowing that Hope was being prepared to be my wife one day, I didn’t imagine the depth of it. I imagined that, like me, she would be far from feeling anything for me. After all, if we saw each other three times a year, it was a lot.

I said, then shooed them away. A couple of minutes after they left, while I had immersed myself in the book I was reading, I felt a presence hover over me. Judging from the way the person’s shadow practically covered my entire figure, I could tell it was a man. I put my bookmark on the page I was reading, closed the book, then took off my sunglasses and looked up to see who it was that had decided to disturb my peace. “Colleen Hoover,” he said, reading the name of the author of the book in my hands. “My sister loves her books”.

I didn't know if this was the beginning of something new or just another chapter in a long history of hurt. But I knew one thing. We were going to find out. Together. Whether we were ready or not. Hope laughed, a bright, joyful sound that cut through the tension like a blade. Eleanor looked up, her face wet, her eyes wide. And for just a moment, she looked like someone who might, against all odds, be capable of love. I wanted to believe it. I really did. *****

I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling the slow beat of my heart — as if it were unsure whether to hope or to bleed. Hope. That was the problem. It was a dangerous, sharp thing. I had learned that the hard way with Kharl. I had loved him with all my innocence, believing that the mate bond would protect me, that love meant something sacred. I had slept next to him every night for three years, whispering prayers to the moon goddess that one day he would look at me the same way he looked at the titles he desired so much. But love wasn’t enough. Not when a whole pack wanted to see me break. Not when the man I trusted believed a lie so easily — that I was cursed, that I brought poison into h

I had spent years running—from pain, from love, from myself. But here, in her arms, the running stopped. For the first time, I allowed myself to hope. To believe that maybe, just maybe, love could be the thing that ruined me—in the best way possible.

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Selyna is holding the ancient family book to her chest, cradling it with a look of bliss on her face. “For so long I felt like I would never know my family, my real family. Now I have a book of secret family recipes and magic and I can use it to save my parents. My grandfather is a great man and I have a new life growing inside of me courtesy of the love of my life!” She smiles at me as she places the book carefully in her luggage and goes to the bathroom to shower.

Part of it was because he hadn’t yet removed his hands from my waist, and I had the feeling he wasn’t going to. It was silly that this felt more intimate than having his mouth on my breasts or his face between my legs, but I knew from the pounding in my chest that it would be the vulnerability in his eyes and not physical touch that made me fall in love with him. “You’re wrong, you know. Theres a lot of things that could destroy us—Nadia, the white bull…but not hope. Hope is what kept you fighting against her this whole time, even if it was the hope your people would no longer suffer.” I cleared my throat, feeling much too warm beneath the tank-top and jeans I wore.