She's Hopeless Novels & Stories

She used to worship her art, but when the same art was turned into sin by Eliseva, she could not do anything instead of being sad. And no matter how many times her life showed her the dark side of her cruel fate, she did not want to lose hope. Hope kept the desire to live in her, otherwise, she would have said goodbye to all of them by now. She could have lost to anyone, but she did not want to lose hope and fall in the eyes of her lord. “And you know who’s coming tonight?” Irene looked hell excited while asking her. She let the curiosity keep going so that Hazel would also try to forget the past and move ahead. Whatever had to happen, happened.

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 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.

“I thought that my sincerity and honesty would get through to them. But it doesn’t. Everything is just too fucked up. I don’t want this. I don’t want to doubt everyone and everything again. I don’t want that to stop me from being who I am again. I don’t want to be a monster they created me to be. I don’t want to lose my humanity all over again.” Hope is a crybaby. She’d always cry easily. She’d cry when she hears a good song. She’d cry when she watches a good movie. She’d cry when she reads something that touches her heart. But I’ve never seen her cry like this. Full of agony and pain. “Shh, shh.” I say, trying to comfort her. “It’s okay.” “I was a fool for trusting. I never learn my lesson.

I’ve never been the kind of guy who is lost for words before. Talking myself into trouble has been more of a problem in the past. I was still reeling from Howen’s insane suicide note when Hope flew into the room. Well, someone who looked like a Hope from a different fucking planet. How can two weeks apart leave her so broken, reduced? The ghost of Hope flew into that room. Even her scent is weaker. Where are the freesias that could knock me off my feet?

I will cherish her and drown her in the depth of my desires and pleasure I will introduce her to a new world , a world she wishes she knew earlier And then I will have her wrapped around my own finger It’s not like I was gonna love her or anything , i didn’t believe in love , love was for hopeless sad people , who had void and emptiness in their lives , trying to fill it with something called love Think it would last forever I just wish if Anna didn’t have those fantasises about me , well if she had them it won’t take long for me to wipe them away from her head Soon she will live for only my pleasure and hers , she wouldn’t want to be loved , just pleasured I opened my phone to find few mess

It seems the innocent girl, the one who was whole, had died a long time ago and what I see now is the broken shell of a person she once was. She is a danger to herself at this point, because she can’t control her rage, her thoughts, her memories from claiming her again and again. I hate to admit this, but she is a threat to everyone around her as well. As I hold her broken, crying self in my arms, I silently feel miserable for her. So beautifully broken she is. So impossible it is to fix her now. I should have never kissed her, but I can’t control it either. The part of me which always imagines her under me, over me and in my arms every night has become a huge problem for me.

“ She believes she is better than anyone here, in her mind she was sure that as long as she held a nice front and presented herself as someone who was understanding of your situation, she will have a chance. My arrival broke that hope she had, and that’s why she is feeling vulnerable at the moment—— she will never admit to it but I felt it. I totally understand why she is trying to cling to that hope that someday you will look at her like she looks at you, it hurts a lot less than accepting that she has no chance.” “ And you are okay with this?” “ I said I understand her feeling but that doesn’t mean I accept it. She is in denial but that’s on you as well, you didn’t let her down when you ha

Tears just run on stream. Feeling as if she's lacking of air, she sighs deeply but it turns out as groans. She slowly drop off her phone and let herself cries. Here she is, the great Sylvia Blanco-Mendez. Falls on her knees because of desperation. No one will believe it in her world. Heaven must be really enraged by her that's why all this things are happening. Why does she have to live a life where everyone is jealous if she is jealous of the simple life that others have?

What are you saying Curtis? Her eyes lifted slowly, as though it weighed down by years of silence, but within them flickered something fragile like the first spark of dawn piercing through the thickest night. It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t certain, yet it was there, trembling but alive. Hope shimmered in her gaze, a quiet glow that dared to believe in better days, even while her lips remained still. To anyone watching closely, it was as if her soul had leaned forward, hoping to find something that wasn't there before. Hoping to find some light.