Losing Hope Summary Novels & Stories

Nothing could fill the void in her heart, not money, not posession, not parties or friends could spark up a little glimpse of happiness in her. Her heart repeatedly pierced by the emotions she couldn't bear nor control, it all seemed like a dream, the nightmare she was dying to crawl out from. Her one true love was gone, the man she had lived years with, gave her all to. Diana couldn't help but soliloquize. "Do I deserve to live? He is in the grave because of me, what's the use of living without him?" As if loosing her parents wasn't enough, she lost Branden.

She cried out as she can to let my ears be struck by her echoes. "Ms. Dandelion, it is my responsibility to save your friend from getting persecuted by uncertainty and misery!" I said and let go of my hand off her kindness. How sweet of her though and I do pity myself for refusing offers like that continuously. Grace doesn't have to do that, I came to implore for help and not take gratitude. The moon gave me a route to run away from the promise that might not be retained forever. Within the moonbow, I felt there was no hope of healing the shattered essence of an individual.

’ I muttered in defeat. ‘He promised, and he doesn’t strike me as one to break his promise.’ ‘His promise doesn’t mean shit Levana. When will you see that it doesn’t mean shit? Not since they’ve lost track of our son. He is gone, Zuhair is gone. We lost Lev, we lost our pup, for good.’ My heart squeezed as I broke down completely, I don’t even care if he finds me like this. What was the point anyway? ‘We.’ Lev’s voice cracked as she tried to speak. ‘We can’t lose hope now, we can—we can’t lose him, just like that, it’s...’ She stopped talking as her voice cracked even more, and the pain she tried to hide slowly merged with mine.

"Still looking for his wife. Ana. He refuses to believe she's gone. He goes out for a week at a time, then comes back to our old rendezvous point, thinner and more hollow-eyed each time, before heading out again. He leaves little markers for her, piles of stones, messages scratched onto walls… as if she's just lost and will find her way if he just leaves enough breadcrumbs." Jake was quiet for a long moment, absorbing this. "Hope is a powerful thing," he said finally, his voice low. "It can keep you going long after you should have quit. But it can also hollow you out from the inside, make you a ghost long before you're actually dead."

I closed my eyes and tried to rest, Liam's hand still covering mine, both of us clinging to the fragile hope that somehow, despite everything, we'd survive this. But hope, I was learning, was a dangerous thing. Because sometimes the only way to survive was to let go of everything you were holding onto. Even if that meant letting go of each other. Even if that meant losing the baby we'd just chosen to keep. Even if that meant accepting that some truths were too destructive to uncover. The plane cut through clouds toward an uncertain future. And all I could do was hold on and pray we'd land somewhere that still felt like home. Even though home, I was beginning to realize, was just another word

“You shouldn’t have left Lizben.” “I didn’t want to but my dad was persistent. You know how he is.” “Oh! Yes I do.” She smiled a little as she remembered those days with Anu. They were like a family. “Why did you leave Soundhope?” “It’s… It’s more complicated than you think.” Ayo kept mute. She didn’t know how to reply to that. “AY!” “Yes, I’m still here.” “I’m sorry about your dad.” “Thanks.” Ayo stood from her seat. “I’ve gotten over that.”

There were two famous deadweights in Kingsgate's high society. One was me, Millie Tanner, the pampered little princess whose only talents were shopping and throwing parties. The other was my childhood friend, Iver Langford, the fragile young heir born with autism and congenital heart failure. However, my older brother was the most feared name in the underworld, and my second brother was the richest man in the country. Iver's older sister was the undefeated queen of the courtroom, and his second sister was a surgeon whose hands could bring back the dead. One day, the four of them were chatting over a game of poker. "Raising one hopeless case takes the same effort as two. Might as well pair

We supposed to tell you But before that you came to know, Now we should not think of old things important, but we should think ahead about them. Hope and Ryan love each other very much." "Now nothing happens, it's done. Hope and Ryan can't be together anymore." Listening this hope's heart breaks and she had tears. "Mom again you are saying the same thing? Aren't you seeing the love of Hope for Ryan? How can you giveup so easily?" Paul frustrate "I can't fight like you do as goon." Mrs. Grey rude behaviour

“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

And now that hope was shattered, leaving only the emptiness of loss in its wake. As the specters of memories haunted my mind of shared laughter, stolen glances, promises made in the quiet moments it only deepened the void that now seemed to consume me. I was left with the gnawing ache of regret, the weight of all the unsaid words and unfulfilled dreams. Hope is lost.