She's Hopeless 소설 & 이야기

She dreamlinks her mother nearly every night before falling into fitful sleep and is living on coffee and whatever food we can force into her. Rayanne and Storm are watching over her at Rayanee’s house, they plied her with herbal concoctions, aromatherapy and magic to make her sleep and possibly get some rest. I told them about her wolf. Damian and I are still the only other ones who know and now Rayanne and Damian are both sure of her identity. This means two things, rescuing her parents will bring us all a new thread of hope in uncertain times and She and Damian are going to rule over Witches and wolf shifters alike…they are the ultimate supernatural power couple, if we can just fix the ri

The two of us had lost all hope of ever finding a happy ending such a long time ago. When we agreed to be the Witch Queen's mate some of that hope returned, as we had both thought that maybe if we put in an effort this time, we could actually be happy. I wasn't so sure about that anymore though, but he disagreed. He still believes that we can help her, or more that we were chosen to help her through this dark period in her life. Unfortunately we can't do anything if she won't let us though, which is what I have to keep reminding him. Regardless, she was our problem now, so we just had to figure out a way to live with her.

She declared fiercely and my jaws clenched tighter. Her gaze held mine with a determination that aroused me. She didn’t cower when faced with my twisted logic instead she challenged, even when the odds were clearly against her, she foolishly pushed forward. Clinging to ‘hope’ just like her dear goodie Kyle. Was this what they called, a match made in heaven? I chuckled dryly at the thought. Heaven doesn’t make matches and I have a vendetta with ‘hope’. What do I do with this hopeful pup?

She took some videos of their performance and she recapped and tried mimicking the performance of both of them. Stella(mimicking Zendaya) ; You’re going to fail at the things you’re sure you’re meant for, at least five times. You’re probably going to get your heart broken four or five more times until you find someone who would stay ,you’re probably going to look for your favorite shoes or clothes everywhere and not find it, even if you do find it, it might be stained with dirts from under the couch that you forgot to clean,you’re probably going to have issues with your friends and maybe never reconcile and even if you do, things might never be the same, it might rain on your out door birthd

I listen to her even breathing, and the calming beat of her heart. *** I watch as a cute green-eyed girl attempts to catch a firefly. She is laughing and running around with her hands pressed together like she is trying to trap water. Her dark black/brown hair bounces around her shoulders and flows down her back. She stops what she is doing. She begins to pout. I step out of my hiding place and walk over to her. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked her. “I just want to see one up close.” She had big tears flowing down her face. This made my heart ache.

Carefully listening to their conversation. “Death is not what I fear, Diana. I only wish for my daughter to have the happy life she deserves,” my mom sobs. “She may look fine but deep down I know that my girl is sick of her father’s hideous cruelty. And I’m not able to do anything for her.” The way she is crying, it aches my heart. “That’s why I’m here for your help, Lylah,” Mrs Salvatore says softly. “For how long, Diana? All the things you ever did for me and my children make me ashamed of myself, as I'm not in a position to repay the debt.”

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 is going to be more than okay. She is going to be—extraordinary. In the best way possible." "She already is." "No. She is becoming. Every day. Every choice. Every moment she chooses love over fear, hope over despair, creation over destruction—she is becoming exactly who she was meant to be. Not who Marcus made. Not who the Consortium wanted. Who she chose. Who she is choosing. Right now. In that garden. With those seeds." Hope finished planting. Stood up. Brushed dirt from her hands. Looked at twelve small plots of earth. Twelve promises to dead children. Twelve reasons to keep living.

Her body radiated the exact opposite of confidence in its aura. She preferred to be alone, isolating herself in her room. She didn't talk to any much anymore. She didn't dream her dreams anymore. She didn't want anything anymore. Nothing mattered because she felt hopeless. She is a big part of her joy. A big part of her hope since they got hijacked by Alpha Hayes. ****

She hoped that her best friend wasn't that heartless to take away the parents of a child who just lost her memories. She may be selfish. Too selfish because he'll lose his parents because of her. But, can't he let her borrow his parents from him? All his life, Brian has his parents by his side, unlike her who didn't even know nor meet her own father. Her own mother doesn't even care about her. She died hating Ariana. For now, she wants to be selfish even just for now. "Ariana, are you alright? Why aren't you speaking, baby? D-does it hurt somewhere?" Tears streamed down her mother's eyes, Ariana wanted to hug her and tell her that she's alright, but her plan will be ruined once she uttered a