She's Hopeless Novelas e Histórias

The deafening silence seemed to slow down the hands of time. Hazel felt like the whole city fell quiet, and she hated this silence. She felt confused, upset, and hopeless. 'Hopeless? Why would I feel hopeless? I knew from the start that nothing's ever going to happen, so why would I feel hopeless?' Hazel scoffed at her own thoughts. She always knew that whatever was happening between them was all part of the deal. She never hoped for anything to happen. It was all for show—nothing was real. Hazel denied the thought without hesitation, despite hearing the little voice from her heart that kept going against her.

She swallowed hard, her breath shaky. "But I don’t know what to do. Everything feels hopeless. I can't even move on." I exhaled slowly, my mind racing for the right words. "Hopelessness is just a shadow," I said firmly. "It only lingers when you stand still. Move forward, even if it’s just one step, and it will fade," I made clear to her. She blinked, fresh tears glistening in her lashes. "And if I can’t?" She sobbed. "Then lean on me."

She has her head in her heart and a broken body Never wrong but she always says sorry Takes the pain, and throws away her pride For a man with a hole in the middle of his chest Promising herself that she'll only see the best So she stays and gives away her life Cigarettes on the steps Walking outside just to catch a breath He's right where she wants him, there in her bed Searchin' for something that's already dead Oh, she's losin' herself, slowly she turns into somebody else Finding the worst through a love made in Hell Playing the cards she's been dealt No matter the price she wears it well She has her head in her heart and a broken body Never wrong but she always says sorry Takes the pain

No one took photos. Every sound from before had vanished. I stood outside the glass and watched her huddled in the corner. December in New York. Ice water pouring from above. I knew exactly what that felt like. When the timer ended, I pressed the button again. The sprinklers stopped. Salina stumbled out, hair matted and tangled, soaked through, lips turning purple, every trace of her earlier arrogance washed away. She stood shivering before me, her voice too hoarse even to cry. I looked at her without expression.

She had made a couple of bills, it wasn’t much but it was better than nothing. “Please let me go on stage tonight, I have bills piled on my table. I need to pay up” She hated that she had to beg him but that was the only way she was going to survive. She didn’t like the smell of cigarettes or the breath of men that reeked of alcohol but she had learnt to ignore it. “Jean” She hated how he pronounced her name, he made it sound like Jon. She looked up to him, her eyes watery from the heavy makeup.

“I’ve explained this to you a thousand times—Beverly has cancer and only a year left. Her biggest wish is to leave her family with a child. She saved my life once, and now I have to help her fulfill this wish!” I’d heard this script from Dominic Pearson countless times over the past two weeks. When he first proposed the idea, I’d shut it down immediately. But he wouldn’t drop it, nagging me daily. His tone had shifted too—from tentative pleading to righteous anger, as if I were the villain for refusing.

she asked. His gaze burned. “And then, you decide who you want to become.” She opened her mouth—but no words came. Tears gathered in her eyes, not from pain or sorrow, but from something far more dangerous. Hope. ---

He really has the nerve to say that. Now that I'd seen his true colors, I couldn't help but wonder whether my brain had turned into mush for the past four years. The men behind him started pointing at me and jeering. "She owes someone money, but now she's quitting. It sounds like she's trying to run from her debt." "Preston, your girlfriend's ghastly." "A shameless woman like that isn't worthy of you. It's a good thing that you never made the relationship public..." His friend nearly let something slip.

She mumbled something but I didn't hear exactly what she said. I ran towards her and embraced her in my arm, afraid of what if she disappears. "Oh, God! Sheila. Where have you been?" I looked at her hazel eyes which were directly looking into mine. Without wasting another second I crashed my lips onto her, enjoying her warm lips against mine which is smoothening my whole throbbing system. Thank God!! She is alive. *

Is everything okay? I typed and replied. Call me if you're not busy. I waited, but no response. I'm so doomed. Can I work with Reid again? Without imaging his lips pressed against mine? Can I look into his mesmerizing eyes without wanting to be wrapped against his muscular arms? Becca Dela Vine, you are in big big trouble, woman! I took deep breaths because of frustrations. My phone rang; it's an unlisted number, yet I picked it up. It might have been Sierra using her husband's phone.