She Is Hopeless Novels & Stories

Harry's POV: Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into the month but still, she hasn't decided to open her eyes. My heart ached whenever I saw her pale face which has never failed to shine even in difficult situations, but now it lost all its color and staying on the bed silently for over a month. The doctor informed me that there is a low chance of her waking up but I have a hope which stained in the corner of my heart that she will make it. Everyone gave up on her even my mind said to let her go that she is not anymore but I won't accept my defeat that easily. She is a brave girl, she will come for me. My love for her is true and genuine.

He tried texting, but a red exclamation mark appeared: "Message sent, but not received." His mind went blank. She'd blocked him? She'd gotten angry before, but never blocked him. Panic mixed with anger. It was because of the child! He'd explained countless times: Beverly had cancer, she'd saved his life, and he was repaying her. Why couldn't Jane understand and support him? But anger gave way to panic. He'd never wanted to break up with Jane. He didn't know where she was, and he had no contact information. How would he find her?

I just listened to her Singing her mixed up words with pride…and tried to calm my breathing She's Alive .. She's fine …she's well … “Where’s your tablet?” Taylor’s voice came again. “You’re sitting on it. Please don’t tell me you butt-dialed your mum.” Taylor groaned There was a pause—Hope shifting, maybe realizing what she’d done. “I did”, Hope responded and I could tell she was smiling

He stood up. " You can't just shut me off " "Michelle I'll go talk to my mom, What's your problem? and to remind you it's 12:30 please" " Your hobby is to get on people's nerves right? you're crazy"She retort sharply and stride back to the room. " Yeah, I'm crazy"He shout after her and in a lowered voice "And you too" Hope slowly put some oil in the pan her mind on the dream she'd last night,she saw her friend trying to revive a half dead man, who'd obviously fell off the stairs and ended up with blood all over him as he lands beside the stairs.

Disbelief. Nobody knew what to say. Nobody knew what to think. But Selena couldn’t hear any of it. Because all she could hear was Hope. Family. Family. Family. The word echoed endlessly. Hope wiped her eyes. Then looked directly into the camera. “I wanted to tell you myself.” Her voice broke. “But I ran out of time.” The room fell silent again. Because suddenly— everyone remembered. Hope never got the chance. Hope died. Hope never came home. Hope never got to explain.

] *** So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do What are you waiting for? [Ryan lower his tone and deamed the music He remember the first meeting of hope and him. The way she fall her cuteness and fear both are exotic. Her beautiful hazel eyes. They way he get goosebumps everytime ge sees her.] . . . . Hope was not in a good mood that's why she sat on the stairs. She didn't wanted to attend classes. Suddenly she listen his voice.

We were seven guys there and no bit of hope since I too treated her as toy a minute ago they came. Why the fuck my head stopped working there. She is crying and is in pain because of me!! Because I was ignorant. She is this much hurt. Fuck me and my existence. How could she think about anything in situation like that. I should have understand at least that much. "I'M TOUGH I CAN FIGHT UNTIL I HAVE HOPE. What the hell can I do when I'm hopeless? " She said again as I put my eyes down. She says it right I am nothing but crap. She was in pain and I was blocked with my idiocy.

Keith I can’t breathe. Hope’s body is limp in my arms, and I’m shaking so hard I don’t even know if I’m still holding her right. Her skin is too pale, too cold, like the warmth is draining from her faster than I can hold it in. “Emma!” I scream, my voice cracking from the strain. “EMMA!” The world around me blurs—voices are shouting, boots scraping against the stone floor, people shifting, reacting—but all I see is her. Hope. My mate. My goddess. Lifeless.

That was why she came to a place far harsher than anything back home—a place where her value could truly shine. The thought made my cheeks flush with shame. What did I do with my time? I wasted it on someone unworthy and my energy on trivial, meaningless matters. Ms. Gardner seemed to read my mind and spoke firmly, "I've dedicated my life to this land. I'm here not just as an individual but as a representative of my country. These people will remember the goodwill of our nation. "When my time comes, I'll turn to ashes and let the wind carry me away. But you're different—you're still young.

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