She's Hopeless Novelas e Histórias

My heart was slamming against my ribs like a trapped animal. Holy sht.* I pulled my hands away and stared at them. They were shaking uncontrollably. I wasn't the elite, untouchable Elizabeth Monroe. I was Mara Collins. A girl from a crumbling apartment with a sick mother and a bank account that was permanently in the red. If Adrian Holt ever discovered that the girl he was currently terrorizing was a complete nobody and a liar who wiped down sticky bar counters for a living, he wouldn't just have me fired. He would destroy me.

They'd survived thirteen years of neglect, waiting underground for someone to give them a chance to bloom again. She carefully cleared around them, gave them space to breathe, and felt something uncomfortably like hope stir in her chest. She crushed it immediately. Hope was dangerous. Hope made you soft, made you hesitate. She was here for revenge, not redemption.

I said calmly, "she's standing here alone, being watched by everyone. How pitiful. Aren't you going to come up and keep her company?" His body jolted, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He looked at Jess for help, then instinctively took a step back, trying to distance himself from the center of the storm. Pathetic. I withdrew my gaze and spoke into the microphone, delivering the final verdict. "From this moment on, Jess and I are officially over. Ten years—ends here." I tossed the microphone onto the stage. It rolled a few times, letting out a harsh screech—like a final lament. Then I turned and walked away.

once that was done, after an hour I put on my black, sleeveless dress, that was curved around my breast, tonight I was going commando, no underwear tonight, I wanted to be a little slutty for this date and just incase my restaurant toilet, fucking me like he hates me fantasy actually happens, I mean a girl can dream. Ryan should be here any minute, so I made my way down stairs to put on my high heels, I could just about walk in, but it was about to be all worth it, once my shoes was on, I waited in my living for him to turn up. Ryan was now twenty minutes late, so I tried to give him a call, No answer, I tried again, still no answer, I waited a ten more minutes, I tried his phone again, no a

Her head down as she walked under the rain She acted so calm but it did hurt so much deep inside as she walked in the rain she felt so heartbroken she didn’t realize she was crying as she rain washed her not being able to breath, She caught a cold and a high fever her roommates were all shocked they have never seen Evelyn this sad Her first love was gone in a blink of an eye and it wasn’t even up to a year but she’s didn’t get to see him again not even crossing paths So she got over him pretty well

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.

I looked at her and my eyes went a little wide at her expression. She had a smile on her face but her eyes betrayed it. They had no shine in them. She was like a plastic doll, eyes in a daze, distant. Her body radiated the total opposite of the confidence and bubbliness in her aura. I understood. Nothing mattered, she felt a lot hopeless.

She could see the South Gate, now standing open, the liquid gold of its bars shimmering in the sun. "I am a Thorne," Hope whispered, her voice echoing the lethal precision of her father’s greatest deals. She picked up the 1977 cassette tape—the one that had survived the space-void and the family war. She held it to her chest, the magnetic ribbon a thin, brown line against her skin. "The interest is too high," Hope said to the shadows. "I’m not paying it. I’m Declaring Bankruptcy." She didn't sign the Auditor’s deal. She Smashed the Window.

As it turned out, in her eyes, the shelter I had bankrupted myself to build for her was proof that I was trying to climb the social ladder and latch onto the O’Connor family’s power. As for the way I had humbled myself, pleading with her to stay inside and escape the heat? She saw that as humiliation and imprisonment. Little did she know that she couldn’t even feel how hot it was outside because repeated heatstroke had already damaged her ability to sense temperature, and this was only the beginning of an apocalyptic heatwave.

She had no earthly idea how it possibly kept on beating, but it did, and she kept on getting up every day to stare at the TV, and eat crap, and work at methodically killing that last, stubborn little bit of hope that seemed determined to have a last few gasps. Damn him for making her believe in him, in them, in the goddamn fairy tale… because now she didn’t know how to stop. And it hurt to believe those things – hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. She’d forgotten how painful faith and hope and wishes could be, how their edges could slice and dice the heart and soul like talons. How they stole her focus and her energy and her will to brush her hair… yeah, belief was a serious fucker, and she had spen