I Hope This Finds You Well Audiobook Novels & Stories

Seraphina and Aurora, eleven, spent hours cross-referencing old files, their voices carrying fragments of conversations they weren’t supposed to overhear. Hope, six years old, had become the quiet axis around which everything turned. Her small footsteps approached now, light on the metal grating, the faint scent of lavender shampoo and berry juice trailing her like a shadow. “Mom,” Hope said, her voice soft but carrying an unnatural clarity. She slipped her warm, slightly sticky hand into Mia’s. “The voices are showing me the new ones again. Twenty of them. They’re cold. Waiting. They say I’m the one who can wake them up.”

I found myself gnawing on my nails and pulled my hand from my mouth. “Well, then, plug it in and let’s see what we have.” Cara stared at me, the excitement in her eyes giving way to fear. “I can’t,” she whispered, holding the computer out to me. “You do it.” “Fine.” I snatched the drive from its resting place and jammed it into the port. I didn’t want to know, and yet I couldn’t get into it fast enough. I tapped my fingers lightly against the keypad while I waited the eternity it seemed to take for the single file to appear onscreen. An audio popped up, saved fifteen months ago. I clicked the icon, toggled up the volume, and waited, hot pin-pricks dancing across my skin.

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After everyone had gone to bed, Ethan found his mother on the porch. “She’s the one,” he said quietly. Cassie nodded. “I know.” As fall deepened, Hope shared the first chapter of her book with Cassie. It was raw. Beautiful. Honest. “She was a woman made of fire and questions. And I was a girl who didn’t know yet that both could be beautiful.” Cassie finished reading, tears in her eyes. “This is the voice the world needs now,” she whispered. Hope exhaled. “Then I’ll keep writing.”

Hello everyone! So I'm doing another update here! :) I've gone back and done a fairly big update to this story. I ended up becoming a necessity as part of my work to hopefully get an audiobook verison. So I'm hoping to do that at least by early 2024.

“I told you before, I’m not going anywhere.” I nodded, my chest tightening at the sincerity in his voice. For the first time in a long time, I wanted to believe that someone meant those words. I closed my eyes, my body finally surrendering to exhaustion. But as sleep slowly pulled me under, I felt it—hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something real. *

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

With furrowed brows, I looked round my room, checking to see if there was anyone. When I didn't find anyone, I grabbed the note and held it to my face. I was shocked at first glance when I noticed that the note had the exact same penmanship as the one in India's diary. The more shocking part were the words actually written. It read: I miss you, Hope. ~L

Abhi parked his truck somewhere at the hill and looked towards the sunset; He took a deep breath and said, "— I hope I can see you one day." —Slowly, it turned into night and Abhi reached home. The sky was clear and the stars were bright. Abhi came out and sat at the front door. He has a habit of writing his memoirs in his book, it was not a diary — only a book with his memoirs.

Instead of choosing to hope that the other person is still here, choose to be blinded by the desires of prejudice and malice. Then the voices and the wind died as suddenly as it had begun. I slowly let go of the hand that was covering it, raised my head, to see him sitting in a chair, his expression gradually stopped shaking, and a face appeared. Something in my head fell apart. I seem to forget my new terror, rush to shake him: - Hope! Hopeful Thoughts! Tell me, out of the two of them, which one is the resentment that called you here? CHECK! I woke up startled, discovered that in the empty room, the recording pen had fallen to the ground.