R A Hope Novels & Stories

“Long time, no see.” Hope bloomed, but he tamped it down, knowing it was irrational. Jessie had made herself perfectly clear more than once. She was through with him. Forever. That day a week ago hadn’t meant anything, except that she had needed someone to reach out to and he happened to be the only warm body around. He had destroyed their relationship with his inability to let go of the past. He could only thank God that Dalia hadn’t been involved. “What do you want?” he bit off, wincing inwardly at how harsh his voice sounded.

Then I turned and walked away. "Grayson! Don't!" Jess scrambled after me, grabbing onto me desperately, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. "I was wrong—I know I was wrong. Don't leave…" She lifted her tear-streaked face. The eyes that once made my heart race now held nothing but desperate pleading. "For the sake of our ten years together… can you give me one more chance?"

RPOV Songs: Into Happiness by Phantogram, Bottom of the River by Delta Rae, NFWMB by Hozier Over the next few days, more letters arrived. Some of them were as vague and cryptic as the first one, others were very specific on the group's plans and purpose.

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

She felt embarrassed when the doctor assumed Axel was her spouse. In contrast, Axel, instead of denying the doctor's assumption, smiled broadly, hoping that it could become a reality! Who knows, right? Maybe God, in His kindness or change of mind, will make Aura change her decision! As humans, there’s no harm in hoping, right? And that’s what Axel is doing! Hoping and continuing to hope until God gets tired and grants his wish!

As long as we have that, as long as we’re working together, I know we can face whatever comes our way. Even though the uncertainty is daunting, there’s a small part of me that’s hopeful. Hopeful that we’ll find the answers we need, that we’ll come out stronger on the other side. Aria’s unwavering belief in me gives me the strength to keep going, to keep fighting for what matters most. For that, I’m endlessly grateful.

hand on his shoulder, but he flinched away. “Auren, I haven’t forgotten. I could never forget. But we have a chance now to make things right. Not just for the pack, but for us. Don’t you want that?”He looked at me, his expression torn. “I don’t know what I want anymore, Mom. I just… I don’t trust him. And I don’t understand why you do.”“It’s not about trust,” I said. “It’s about hope. Hope that things can be better. Hope that we can heal.”“Hope?” he echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Hope isn’t going to fix this.”“No,” I admitted. “But it’s a start.”He let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair again. “I don’t know how you do it. After everything, how can you still hav

Another: “You didn’t save us by being perfect. You saved us by hurting where we could see it.” And a third: “We’re not afraid to feel anymore.” Aria’s hand tightened around Cassian’s. The world wasn’t begging for rescue. It was waking up. And for the first time, she understood Hope wasn’t the prize. Hope was the side effect of being unapologetically alive.

I vowed to make them pay for what they'd done to Hope, and the promise sent a cold shiver down my spine. The doctor's departure left me with a sense of resignation – Hope's road to recovery was paved with uncertainty. Feed her well, keep her safe, and pray the wolfsbane worked its way out of her system. But Aria seeing her mother in this state weighed heavily on my mind. How could I steel her for the encounter without her crumbling?

Caelan said, "Let's write Seventeen before the day ends." She nodded. "Make it a hopeful one." Clause Seventeen: Hope isn't naive. It is intentional. It is constructed like roofs are—piece by piece, until you can stand beneath it. They rested their backs against the same wall, not saying anything. Not having to. The city outside didn't thank them. It breathed a little easier.