J Hope 1 Verse Novels & Stories

that was seeking a new, younger host. Hope stood at the center of the spinning floor. She was no longer the ten-year-old girl who had laughed in the South. Her hair was a roiling cloud of Black-Emerald-Gold Plasma, her eyes two burning portals of Absolute, Un-Filtered Calculation. She didn't look at me with love; she looked at me with Assessment. "You have broken the hunger of the father, Mother," Hope spoke, her voice a perfect, melodic resonance that echoed the First Luna’s own frequency.

To this new beginning. To this hope.

She was holding her sketchbook in her lap, gripping it so hard the cover was bending. "They saw me," Hope whispered. "They saw me when I was little." "They saw you working," Aurora said. "They saw the truth." Hope looked up. Her slate-blue eyes were dark, dilated with fear, but underneath the fear was something else. Determination. "Tomorrow," Hope said. "Tomorrow," Liam agreed, leaning over to kiss her head. "You're going to be great, Rhino." Hope stood up. She smoothed her dress. "I'm not a Rhino tomorrow," she said.

To this life I'd never planned but wouldn't trade for anything. Hope. Our hope. And it was just the beginning. *****

I'm tired and needed to get home soon. "I see... Then I'll give you my contact." I stopped the eye contact and looked at Harold. He was surprisingly devastated. What could have been something so important to talk about with someone you just met? Harold handed me his business card and bowed at us making his exit. "I guess, he'll be the new one to tag along," Jessica commented. She's on it again. This will just tire me out, I must take my leave now. I looked at Jessica for the last time and made my leave.

Chapter 15 “And she embraced the chaos as it painTed her life with purpose” JH.HARD Will I ever be happy? Will I ever be fine? I lost my hope within this time. I tried my best to be okay, But I never felt that anyway. I was on my way to a new beginning, Then this depression started getting in. Today my tears slowed for a moment And the words began to flow,so I want to talk to you mama about all the things that I think you should know

I say with finality. “Josh, fetch Hope. She’s going with the renegades. That way if Crane does come back, she won't be here.” Only a few minutes later the little spitfire appeared. Her brows formed a deep V, and her arms crossed over her chest only extenuating her breasts that were hidden under a form-hugging tee.

“Hopi, Mommy will do something. Please don’t cry.” Hope buries her face in my shoulder, her sobs shaking her tiny body. “Mommy, Hopi wants to meet him. Please find him.” My heart breaks at her pleading words, and I curse myself for ever letting Luke enter our lives. But I can’t change the past. All I can do now is protect Hope. “Okay, Hopi. Mommy will do her best to find him. Please stop crying,” I request, wiping her tears. “You know Mommy hates tears in her Hopi’s eyes.”

Her stomach was bulging, and I wondered how fast that had happened. "Stay away from her!" I shouted at Javicia. She chuckled slowly and turned back to Hope. She pierced her hand into Hope's chest and ripped her heart out. I began panting, and my heartbeat raced. My head was pounding according to the rhythm of my fast heartbeat. I couldn't believe my eyes. Hope was gone! ***

Keith I can’t breathe. Hope’s body is limp in my arms, and I’m shaking so hard I don’t even know if I’m still holding her right. Her skin is too pale, too cold, like the warmth is draining from her faster than I can hold it in. “Emma!” I scream, my voice cracking from the strain. “EMMA!” The world around me blurs—voices are shouting, boots scraping against the stone floor, people shifting, reacting—but all I see is her. Hope. My mate. My goddess. Lifeless.