She's Hopeless Novels & Stories

"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. ****

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞 Through anguish and despair, I'll find my way, I'll heal the wounds, as I face a brand-new day. This broken girl will learn to love again, And find solace in the music, that helps her transcend. 𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞 ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ She was in her thoughts and didn't realize when zohaib came into the hall and sat near her. maheen came back into reality when someone sat near her.

But where did that put her as their Luna and Queen? Not that it mattered now. She’d had a bad feeling in her stomach since the close call with the Hunters at the hotel. Something was going to happen, and she would have to go on the run. So she had to solve the problem with Britney as soon as possible. “Maybe,” she said. “You’re true mates. Of course, you’ll work it out. You don’t have much of a choice,” Diedre pointed out. Hope ran over to them with another bug. She fussed over her daughter for a little while before she watched her run into the garden again.

But then she regained her composure, and she took a step closer to Raphael. "I'm someone from your past," she said, her voice low and mysterious. "Someone you thought you'd never see again." As I gazed at the woman, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She was everything I was not - elegant, refined, and beautiful. Her long, curly brown hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her piercing green eyes sparkled with warmth and kindness. Her elegant white dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and her slender neck was adorned with a delicate silver necklace.

He is my boss, and I am his employee. - Okay, don't be offended. I'm a hopeless romantic. – She says, laughing. The woman says goodbye to Saphira and leaves, leaving her thoughtful. Was it true that Christopher had feelings for her? She would have to be more careful. A relationship between the two was completely impossible.

"She's be hopeless and helpless. Left all alone to the world... That's when we'd strike." "We have to be careful, others might swoop in before us." "We just have to be careful then. " She slightly chuckled. "How beautiful. After all these years..." She moved, her hair, a mixture of all the colours of sunset as their radiated their beauty on her. "And funny enough, papa Rosewood wouldn't even know he is being manipulated." "Once a dork, always a dork." Came his reply. "You can take the man out of the village but can't take the village out of him." She added.

“Don’t break my heart tonight. I can’t take it.” I pressed my lips to her hair, inhaling the faint scent of her shampoo. “I know everything’s crazy right now. The Council, the threats, the pressure. But I’m begging you, don’t lose hope. Please.” She pulled back just enough to look up at me. Tears streamed down her cheeks like rivers, eyes glassy and devastated. “But you will,” she whispered. I frowned. “What?” “You’ll lose hope. You’ll get tired. You’ll succumb to the pressure… and you’ll leave.”

"Not like this." He moved back. "I'm sorry." "Sorry?" she echoed, voice rising. "Sorry, doesn't take back what you've done." "Forgive me, please," he pleaded. Her voice broke. "I don't know if I can." He took a deep breath. "You're my only hope." She shook her head, bitter and shattered. "I'm not the hope. I'm the price." Her phone screamed loudly on the counter. She gazed at it.