Life Without Hope: A New Chapter Novels & Stories

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now? Hope is the most addictive substance on this earth, Ember. More addictive than the herbs, more destructive than anything Rafael ever put in a compound. I have been HOPING for months. I hoped when they said six months. I hoped when the coughing started. I hoped when the blood came and I told myself it was just irritation. I hoped every single morning when I opened my eyes and thought maybe today the tests would come back different, maybe today the trajectory would change, maybe today would be the day someone told me I wasn’t dying.” She’s gasping between the words and the gasping is wet and laboured and the tissue in her hand is soaked

They always had my back. But Luca… Luca had my heart. He squeezed my hand. “Come home, amore.” I let him lead me toward the clubhouse, away from the shed, away from the ghosts, away from the part of me I only let out when I had no other choice. The cold air softened. The noise of the clubhouse grew louder. And for the first time since Ciara whispered she was pregnant, I let myself feel it...Hope. A new life. A new chapter. A new beginning for all of us. And I would do whatever it took to protect it.

I had finally changed my fate completely in this life. As I walked out of the bureau, sunlight poured over me. It was warm and gentle. Wynnie followed behind me numbly. Just as I was about to get into a taxi, she suddenly called out, “Miles, do we still have a chance to start over?” I did not even turn around. I only replied in a cold voice, “I’m not someone who stoops to that level, so don’t humiliate yourself in front of me. From now on, we’re strangers.”

He cursed under his breath as he got up, brushing off the dirt, "What kind of cursed children did I raise? One was beaten half to death, and the other is dying of illness. My luck must be rotten for eight lifetimes." With that, he ran off without looking back, afraid of catching whatever “bad fortune” clung to me. I watched his retreating figure and laughed. I chuckled until tears streamed down my face. So this was family. In the face of survival and self-interest, it was worth nothing. Jonathan crouched down and wiped my tears away. "Don’t look at him. He’s not worth it." "Mm." I nodded. "Let’s go back. I’m tired."

I was just a pawn in this game of fate and I had been at the unlucky end. I had no choice, no will, no hope, no respect and I had no love too as I would never find my mate. This was the life I lived and I had accepted it a long time ago. **Hey everyone. This is a new book I am really excited for. Please if yo are enjoying the story the only way for me to know if to drop a review, it is appreciated and do vote too. These mean a lot and i dedicate chapters to people who do. Check out my other books: 'The Bad Boy Has A Daughter' and 'Waitress At Billionire's Club"

She was ready to step into the final chapter of her revenge: living a life of everlasting happiness a life Marcus could never even begin to reach. END OF CHAPTER 213

Paul screams again and again. "I ruined Hope's life with him. She deserve to be happy but i ruined everything. Since from tomorrow we are not able go to school, we can't study. Today my sister's life has also been ruined because of my mistake. You are right, without money, a human's life is rubbish. For living the life self respect is not important Rather a person needs money to live I don't have that money today. I lost today because of that damn money. MONEY MONEY AND MONEY. We can't live without Fucking money.

"But we’ve learned something today. The stars don't own us. We aren't their energy. We are our own Context." I looked at Hope, who was playing with a small, violet-gold spark between her fingers—a fragment of the shroud that had settled on the earth like stardust. "Where to now, Mommy?" she asked. I looked at the world—a messy, beautiful, loud, and un-optimized frontier. "Now," I said, a small, weary smile touching my lips. "We learn how to live in the Silence between the Chapters." The Audit is broken. The Shroud is set. The North is no longer a Target.

I am a 29-year-old woman. Feeling lost, feeling broken since I was 20. An accident ruined my life, my future, and my hope. Someone I really loved left me because I am useless. I have been useless for how many years… because of my paraplegia. Now, I want to tell you the story that gave me hope… and love. Let's start from when I was 21. A year after the accident. -- “Hey, Blair.”

left me to die in this cruel world. I look down at the tattered pieces of paper on the floor. I had gone the extra mile of cheering up that notebook in a fit of Rage. The truth wasn't easily impressed by anyone and I wasn't going to be new in that latter. I wanted nothing to do with the promises and hopes I had built up for myself in the name of family. I plan to burn that old book, forgive her dress that had been left behind for me to buy for my nanny. I knew that I didn't have any other but if I was going to survive in this world then I might as well let go of the attachments that make me feel alive. If losing hope is how I was going to survive then I had better get on it.