Jay Lewis I Hope Novels & Stories

"I'm going to meet her. I'm going to be her father if she'll let me. I'm going to try to make up for all the years I wasn't there." "That's all anyone can do. Try." "Will you tell Hope? About her new cousin?" "When you're ready. When it's official. She'll be excited." I hoped so. I hoped all of them would be excited. I hoped Lily would be excited. I hoped I wasn't walking into a disaster, a rejection, a reminder of all the ways I had failed. "Thank you, Serena. For listening. For not judging." "You're family, Adrian. That's what family does."

"She will want to hear that." Hope picked up a small stone from the wall. Turned it over in her hands. "I think I am going to write a lot of letters. Not angry ones like Marcus's. Just honest ones. To people who tried to help. To people who were kind when they did not have to be. I want them to know it counted." "That is a good project." "It feels right. Like putting things in order. Not the dramatic kind of order where everything gets fixed. Just the quiet kind where you acknowledge what happened and who was there and what it meant."

That’s what I was afraid of. I knew we needed to get down to business and ask her a bunch of questions. But I didn’t want to scare her. I asked the others to go slowly and not freak her out. Hope surprised me and asked me a question first. “How old are you Mr. Kingston?” I want her to use my first name, but maybe she doesn’t feel comfortable with it yet. “I’m 23. I graduated early. This is my first year teaching.” I explain. She nods. “When will you be 18 Hope?” Mom asks. “In a month.” She replies. That’s soon. We have a lot of work to do before then.

And how opinions, when they meet motives and actions, can crash together. "You are hoping too much. Hope is toxic. Don't hope. Take that from me," I whisper, talking from experience. His sad smile turns even more sad if possible and he takes my hand in his. "I am asking you, Jayla. Let me try this once. You don't have to try this time. Just do it for a closure. Let me try to make him try this time. I am not asking you to be desperate. I am asking you to be selfish, if anything."

Behave Lily will you! When Ms. Leiy returned, Jude kept the paper. I am hoping that somehow, I answer his curiosity. Going back to Miss Leiy… she has a teary eye as if she just to finish crying. Is she a cry baby? Oh! Who did that to a mean woman? Speaking of being mean, Ms. Leiy and Jeoff will be a perfect match. Hope they cross their world someday and to know how really mean they are. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel!

Like each letter had been written with hesitation. Leo sat on the kitchen floor nearby, completely absorbed in his world. Bright plastic blocks scattered around him in uneven piles. He hummed softly, stacking and restacking, his tiny fingers working with full focus, unaware of anything beyond his small creation. Hope had already left earlier that morning. She’d slipped out with her usual quiet energy, a quick kiss to Leo’s hair, a vague wave in my direction. The studio had been calling her again—some project she refused to talk about. Every time I asked, her lips curved into that secretive smile, eyes glinting with mischief, like she was holding onto something just out of my reach.

“I honestly don’t know. She was having a really hard time. It’s possible that she’s had to cancel some of her tour dates, but I hope not. We’ll find out in a few days when we get back to someplace that has cell service.” We’re quiet for a moment, then Levi speaks again. “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.” “When are you going to accept me, Hope? When are you going to accept that I want to be with you, that I want you in my life, that I don’t care about what happened to you in utero? When will my love be enough for you?” he asks. His voice sounds broken, like his heart is breaking. “Levi, it’s not about you. How could you ever think that? You’re perfect. You always have been.”

Tatum whispers into her ear, his voice soft and soothing and when Leila looks into his eyes, they are full of nothing but remorse. Leila’s eyes coat with tears and she sniffs. If only his words could ease the ache in her heart. She doesn’t want to give in to this illusion, this illusion that he cares. “So when will it end?” She replies in a placid tone. How will it end? She couldn’t say those word to him, is it because she still has hope in her? She doesn’t even know. She has been practising not being jealous for years. She’s good at it. But she knows deep in her heart, there is also this dark corner where she imagines that one day Tatum will tell Carmela, her best friend, that it’s Leila th

He just held her while she cried, stroking her hair and reminding her to breathe. "I can't do this," Hope said into his chest. "Everyone thinks I can, but I can't. I'm not Mom. I'm not Lily. I'm just me, and I'm not enough." "You're right," Elias said. Hope pulled back, surprised. "What?"

i say hugging her as i hold her “I miss her you know, I wish i could talk to her again, even if it is just once. I just hope wherever she is, she is happy and okay.” “she is.” I tell her thinking about Leila.