Little Hope Chapters Novels & Stories

But no answer comes and that's when I know that hope is a cruel thing. At first, I hold onto it like it’s all I have. She’s strong. She’s smart. She’s alive. She has to be. But as the sky starts to lighten with the morning sunrise and no sign, or scent or body comes up, my hope starts to die slowly. It's just me, broken and soaked, standing on the muddy bank with shaking hands and a heart slowly being carved open from the inside. I fall to my knees, staring at the water. My voice is gone.

THE HOPE OF CHANGE Dr. Smith was on his weary state of mind, never he expected that there would be an unexpected change to happen. The humanoid held his shoulders and said. “Rise up, you have gone so far. That would be enough.” Still wondering, Dr. Smith found himself puzzled about it. But somehow there was a feeling of some easiness this time he strangely felt. He was trying to understand how this could possibly happen. But only one thing he is sure of, there is always a place for miracle. This is just another proof of how powerful faith is.

I wasn't sure how many more blows I could take. But one thing was clear. I wasn't getting out of here anytime soon. And I had to stop hoping. Because hope was the cruelest chain of them all. ​

However, amidst this overwhelming despair, a tiny spark of hope ignites within me, fueling my determination to persevere. Despite my initial belief that someone will come to my rescue and pull me out of this pit of hopelessness, the passage of time has only served to deepen my sense of isolation. The walls that once served as mere boundaries now taunt me, reflecting my desperate pleas for help and amplifying my despair. Any glimmer of hope that once sustained me, like a flickering candle in the darkness, has now vanished into nothingness.

As my hand fell, Janine seemed to understand everything, and all hope drained from her. “I told you. Our relationship ended a long time ago.” I had saved her not just out of gratitude to Mr. O'Connor, but because I didn’t want her to die so easily. Living half-paralyzed, in constant suffering, would be far worse than death. I would never forget the soul-deep pain from being skinned in my last life. With Janine’s reckoning behind me, I turned to the stage and unveiled my survival plan to everyone. From power-free shelters to heat-resistant suits and emergency medical treatments, the audience gasped in awe. By the end, the applause didn’t stop.

Time is running out. When do you stop chasing someone you love? When they ask you to? Or never? Tell me what you think! Should they go after Hope? Or let her find her own way? Chapter 62 is HOPE IN DARKNESS and it's going to be DEVASTATING! END OF CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

Knock! Knock!! Knock!!! This was the sound Ayo heard from her sleep. She stood up reluctantly and realized she had slept off without even reading the book with her. The book which was not soaked with her sweat. She still couldn’t believe she fell asleep, as she stood up reluctantly to open the door. Ayo was one who had always loved reading and had never fallen asleep while doing what she loved best. But everything had dramatically changed since the death of her father. Sleeping was now her regular habit and she loved it. It helps to ease the painful memories she felt. Especially that one Sunday when the death of her father hit her like a hurricane. Loneliness was also one of the reasons she

I want to wake up from this hellish nightmare, what should I do. I grit my teeth and grabbed my sweat-drenched hair in frustration The pain from my broken foot made my will to escape shakier with every stabbing pain... 'It's been long- should I wait here till the sun comes out?' The kitchen's atmosphere only seemed to darken with every passing second 'No, I can't stay here with..' I quickly stole a peek at the corpse through the gap between my fingers While expecting to throw up merely at the sight of it... But to my surprise, I no longer felt like it...

I wanna if someone out there is reading my book hope you enjoyed this chapter lots of love faiyth♡♡♡

--- Elsewhere Hope collapsed to her knees. Ava caught her immediately. "Hope!" The little girl looked up. Tears streaming down her face. "She misses her." Daniel frowned. "Who?" Hope's voice broke. "The lonely girl." Mercer closed his eyes. Because somehow— Across realities— Hope was connected to her. --- Inside ORIGIN Emma slowly stood. The force inside her calmed. Not gone. Listening. The Creator looked smaller now. Not ancient. Not omnipotent. Just lonely. Painfully lonely.