R A Hope Novels & Stories

Abhi parked his truck somewhere at the hill and looked towards the sunset; He took a deep breath and said, "— I hope I can see you one day." —Slowly, it turned into night and Abhi reached home. The sky was clear and the stars were bright. Abhi came out and sat at the front door. He has a habit of writing his memoirs in his book, it was not a diary — only a book with his memoirs.

Ava said. “You look pale, Raven. Come on, we don’t bite or feed on humans. We just want to get to know you better and since the wedding is happening so soon then it is a good idea plus we might not get such chance before it. And again, my husband and I is heading out of town for a week vacation by tomorrow. So you and Ava can get to spend more time as friends.” Hope explained calmly in one piece without faltering. She oozed so much class and wealth and Raven wondered if she was birthed with it. Raven smiled sheepishly. “That’s so nice.” She said.

being happy about each other's path. “1... 2... 3...Clear...” Being fine ... “Raise the voltage!” ...when you see them walk away from your life. But, me... “Her heartbeat is getting too slow.” ... I'll come with him... We'll end up together again. We'll be happy. He is waiting for me... My hope is not here... I am... Blair... and this is my own happy ending. “Ms. Blair Novak. Time of death May 4, 2020, 9:00 pm.”

She shoves a tissue to her mouth with one hand. Her other hand grips mine, squeezing so hard her nails bite into my skin. Her shoulders tremble violently as the heart monitor’s tempo spikes. Next to us, Queenie just cries, a hand pressed firmly over her mouth. “Do you know what hope is?” Rayana chokes out between the coughing and the tears. “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 i

She only understood that there was a New Person in her domain, and she intended to conquer him. "Ba!" Hope announced. She stood in front of River’s wall. She held a plastic donut in her hand. It was bright pink with sprinkles. She thrust it over the cardboard rampart. "Num num," she commanded. River didn't look up. He stared at his knees. He was vibrating with that low-frequency tension that Aurora had learned to recognize—the anticipation of a blow. "Hope," Aurora whispered, ready to intervene. "Leave him be, baby." Hope ignored her mother. She was on a mission.

Then she smiled through her pain. "You know what? I can live with that." "Good." I settled against the wall, conserving my strength. "Because dawn is still hours away. And a lot can happen in a few hours." "Like what? Rescue? Miracle? Divine intervention?" I thought about Killian, wherever he was. About the warriors who'd escaped. About Evergreen wolves who might still be loyal. "Like hope," I said quietly. "Hope that we're not as alone as Aria thinks. Hope that someone, somewhere, is coming to help."

“Don’t worry, Ryleigh. I will live well for you as well. We will travel the world and see all the sights for you. In our next life, let me be the little sister. I’ll give you my kidney. You have to wait for me, okay?” The rain stopped. A rainbow arced across the sky and fell right on my headstone. Like the red dress, this remained forever in their hearts.

Existing innocently. “This is Hope,” Little Aria said. “Named after the fragment. Born six months ago. She has never known suffering. Never experienced loss. Never felt grief. She is pure existence. Pure joy. Pure being. Look at her. Feel her. Understand her. She is proof that existence offers more than suffering. More than pain. More than grief. She is beginning. She is a possibility. She is hope itself.” Doubt looked at the baby. Studied her carefully. Saw innocence. Saw joy. Saw potential.

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.

And Here Ryan walks around to find Hope when he listened noices of laughings he looks forward. Aaron and Hope were together. They are Laughing and making jokes. Ryan tightly close his fist.