Novel By Anthony Hope Novels & Stories

She wasn't quick with her action, it was as if she realized that I am already defeated and have no other options but to submit She wasn't wrong either I had little to no energy inside of me, the throbbing pain and the exhaustion were twisting my reasoning, and I could not see any ray of hope. 'Fuck the ray of hope bullshit! I won't die like this!' I pushed my arms towards the floor and suddenly a rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins and my anger toward 'Faye' numbed my pain I quickly stiffened my fist, and when the distance between her and me was only of few centimeters I raised my fists and struck her face as hard as I could! *bam!* *bam!* "Aaaahh!!!!" I screamed as I punched her! *b

She clawed at her throat, gasping for air. "I honestly prefer you don't, that would be too boring. That fire in your eyes, that rebellious spirit ... that is what drew me to you. Pray to God to protect you, try and shield your friends. I want you to rebel against me. I want you to keep hope alive and dream of a day when this collar with be broken. Hope is the belief that things will change, that even the most horrible situation will come to an end. People cling to hope because they have no choice but to believe that they can outlast their Hell or that something will happen to change all the rules of the game. But every time the sun rises on their bleak world, every time they feel the strike

I didn’t think hard about Edolie, as she was her grandmother and might have carried Hope in her arms. "Dad," I heard Hope’s voice say, and I quickly looked at her with a smile. Pushing all the thoughts away from my mind, I wanted to capture this moment. "Yes, Princess!!" "Yes, Princess!!" She repeated herself, making me smile widely. Though both of my pups were blessings for me, something about Hope wasn’t normal. The worst part? Things that were not considered normal always became the targets of evil people. * #TBC

Every night, he appears in my steamy dreams and satisfies all my wild cravings. That was enough for me since I knew I would never see him again until that day when Hope knocked on my door. She introduced herself as my new roommate, and before the end of the day, I already knew everything about her. Hope is the 19-year-old daughter of billionaire business tycoon, Tony. Her mom is out of the picture since she cheated with his best friend and her dad divorced her. Since then, Hope has no tolerance for betrayal, especially from friends, which is why she didn’t keep close friends, but I was different… so she says. She liked me and, funny as it seemed, she actually pronounced me her best friend. I

But she kept the storm at bay, choosing to preserve the fragile peace of her family’s world. One evening, Anthony surprised her with a small, leather-bound notebook. “For you,” he said, handing it over with a shy smile. “To write everything down — your thoughts, your fears, your dreams.” Lila’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. It was more than a gift; it was a promise that no matter what storms came, he wanted to be there, every step of the way. That night, she poured her heart onto the pages, words flowing like a river, revealing the depths of her love, her doubts, and the fierce hope that burned within.

Chapter One - Laura Note to readers: Chronologically, this novella takes place after “A Forever Kind of Love” but before “A Wonderful Kind of Love”. It also contains characters from “Saltwater Kisses” and “Yours Completely”. You do not need to have read any of these books to enjoy this book. If you like this story, “A Wonderful Kind of Love” picks up where it leaves off. Laura “Oh God, it's him.” Laura wished she could just melt into the floor and vanish for a few hours. Of course he had to come to this. He was the last person she wanted to see today.

This was on Anthony’s map. A fresh wave of despair, cold and heavy, washed over me. It felt different from the sharp terror of the warehouse. This was deeper. A slow, crushing realization. The hope I’d clung to, the belief that Jordan would find me, felt fragile suddenly. Like a thread stretched impossibly thin across hundreds of miles of unknown forest. Anthony was still talking, his voice a low drone about firewood and the well water being pure. He seemed energized by this place, by his control over it. Over me.

“With this I’ve got your company and the Alexeevs at the palm of my hand.” But before he could even rejoice, Nikolai’s men came barging into the place and began shooting. It was pure chaos. Hope managed to get away from Rockwell’s men. She moves with such intense precision she could easily be at par with her men when it comes to fighting while here I am praying I won’t get hit by a stray bullet. “Hope run!” I called out to her as she looked towards my direction. “Shit, might as well kill one of you.” Rockwell says and points the gun at me.

I simply slowly closed my eyes. I was 19 when Miles saved me and carried me into his car. From then on, I gained the nickname "little damsel". Miles never formally introduced me to his friends. On the rare occasions we met them, I would overhear whispers and teasing comments like, "Oh, so this is Miles' little damsel?" I thought I wasn't good enough for Miles, so I worked relentlessly to get into a top university. I also discovered my passion. That was how I pursued my dreams in the world I loved while yearning to be a part of his.

~~~ R-O-M-12:12—12|13|14|15 - hope II-C-O-R-4:10—31|32|33|34|35 - dying J-O-H-N-3:16—17|18|19|20|21 - world 4_2_3_5_5 H O P E _ _ _ _ _ D Y I N G W O R L D 4 2 3 5 5 ~~~ “Hope on the Dying World?” - Xol “Hope in the Dying World?” - Czaquira “Hope of the Dying World.” Timotheus uttered.