She's Hopeless Novels & Stories

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.

“Darling, we can't lose hope. Cheyenne is going to get through this. We are going to get through everything together.” He held her hand, rubbing her knuckles while trying to comfort each other. “I don't have any hope left. You could have been out in the world, visiting countries and winning medals. Instead, you're stuck in here working in a clinic and not even earning enough. You stopped living your true dreams, and got a career you don't want anymore,” she took a deep breath, her eyes wet from her unshed tears. “And I could have been working for a major fashion designer house.”

The jeans she had admired earlier were now gathered around his ankles in a heap. A dagger seemed to have been plunged into her heart to rip it out. Can't he wait until this trip then he can go back to his 'fuckboy' lifestyle? And why does she always forget that they aren't actually dating but only faking it? His eyes met hers in shock. "Ms. Blackmore?" "Mr. Grey." She whispered in disappointment before scampering away. When she found her way back to the bar, she raised the bottle to her lips and drank directly from it.

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.

The sound that slips from my throat echoes in the corridor and I look around hoping that no one comes here searching for me. "Who are you?" I ask unable to give up. Something about her makes me want to question her. She radiates hopelessness and loss so much that my heart cries for her. "I am the world's unluckiest mate, child. No one should get a mate like mine. I am here because of him," she speaks in a hollow voice and all I want to do is hug her and soothe away the hopelessness from her voice. "Who's your mate," I ask.

What if she gets lost, or stumbles upon a wild animal? “Noah, I know you aren’t happy about my decision. But you understand where I’m coming from, right?” “Of course, I understand. But you must realize that I don’t completely agree with it. I want what’s best for Hope, just as you do. But you don’t yet appreciate how much she is truly suffering. Her wolf is controlling her right now. And her wolf doesn’t care about societal norms or how things look to others. Her wolf acts on instinct. And her only instinct right now is to be with her mate. And mine is to protect my mate. So, I have to do whatever it takes to keep her safe and happy. And if that means going against your wishes, I

It's the same look Kendrick and Dylan have for her, it's not just lust, it's a bigger, purer feeling. I saw it all end, Hope looked at the people around, their eyes were beginning to change, the amethyst irises were being replaced by cracks of a dark red. The air around her was beginning to change, breaking up. She is one step away from losing control, but before the others could react, Marcus enveloped her and began to fight the energies within her.

Nora chuckled softly, leaning close to whisper in my ear, "You're such a natural-born servant." I laughed at myself but didn't respond. Seeing me ignore her, Nora grabbed a large nail clipper from the side. Before I could react, she clipped her own finger, drawing blood. "Miles!" She shrieked in agony. Miles burst into the room. The moment he saw blood trickling from her finger, his fury erupted. "Leilani Jabs, what's wrong with you?" I was stunned. He swept all the nail tools off the table with a loud crash, shouting in rage, "How many times do I have to say it? Even if Nora wanted to compete with you, could you ever become my official girlfriend?