She's Hopeless Novels & Stories

Shane’s heated breath fanned my cheek. My soft curves melded against his chiseled one and I forgot how to breathe. My mourning heart skipped a beat—his words shoved life into my dying soul. I’ve spent the last 24 hours yearning for him and wishing for nothing more than his love and affection. Even with everything that has happened in the last day, hope blossomed in my chest. I should have known better, but I was a glutton for punishment. Shane had a tendency to throw me a bone, only to yank it away before I could sink my teeth into it. I was stupid, but as I fought the tears from escaping, I knew it was hopeless. I was hopeless.

the girl said with a hint of urgency, hoping to dispel any confusion. Hope was a dangerous thing, she thought to herself. It had the power to lift her up to the highest of heights, only to come crashing down with a force that could break her. She couldn't allow herself to hope. It was better to stay grounded and keep her expectations low. But despite her best efforts, a small spark of hope flickered within her, threatening to ignite into a flame that could consume her. Her heart was guarded, shielded from any potential pain. She had been hurt before, and the memory of that pain lingered like a shadow over her every move.

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] *** So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do What are you waiting for? [Ryan lower his tone and deamed the music He remember the first meeting of hope and him. The way she fall her cuteness and fear both are exotic. Her beautiful hazel eyes. They way he get goosebumps everytime ge sees her.] . . . . Hope was not in a good mood that's why she sat on the stairs. She didn't wanted to attend classes. Suddenly she listen his voice.

Hope mutters, her voice barely above a whisper. Shaun, stunned, can only manage, “I am speechless.” “You look amazing, darling,” Alfie tells me, as I gaze into the mirror, my reflection leaving me breathless. “You know what her problem is?” Hope says, her tone suddenly serious, as if she’s on a mission. Shaun shakes her head. “I don’t think she has a problem.” “She does… she does have a problem,” Hope insists, sounding more certain than ever. “She doesn’t have a personal assistant.”

Her brother was lost in the snow. She couldn't have stopped the tears if she tried. The engine droned through her mind, telling her that she was going to lose everything she cared about. She tried to keep the sobs of terror and loss inside, to keep them where she was in control, but it was no use. Her body shook and couldn't contain them. She didn't want Ethan to see her like this. She didn't want anyone to see her break like this, but especially not him. Of all the people in all the world, he was the last person she wanted to see her fall apart.

The hatred I had always felt when it came to her was no longer there. She looked desperate. "Did you put thoughts into his head just like you tried to do to me?" I asked. She laughed. "You ungrateful bastard! I loved you but you couldn't even listen to your mother. You had to follow your selfish father. It's a shame you have ended up this way," she smirked. I noticed she was not as clear-headed as she was a few hours ago. Was she still on those drugs? It's been years! She was delusional. "You didn't love me. You loved your drugs more. I'm so sorry for your precious son because I'll get him soon. No matter where he hides," I promised her.

Her final hope. Her only strength.

“But the hope they want to buy isn’t real. It’s relief. It’s silence. It’s ease disguised as unity.” She paced slowly now, not circling the chair but ignoring it. “Hope without conflict is branding. Hope without memory is seduction. I’m not interested in that kind of hope.” “I want the kind that aches.” She looked at no one. And everyone. “The kind that says: you don’t have to be whole to be worth following. The kind that lets you feel wrong before you feel better. The kind that doesn’t perform.” Nova glanced down feeds were spiking. Not in disapproval.

“It is not that I did not care. I was just mad at you for insisting on marrying someone like him. Look at you now…” She looked away and let out a sigh. The look on her face was helpless. “Hannah, if they find a high-match wolf soul, you still have a chance. You can recover.” I shook my head gently. “It’s too late.” I knew my condition all too well. When Raine slammed me into the ground, the pain tore through my wolf form like it was being ripped apart. There was no way I would survive long enough to wait for another match. Sophie turned away to wipe her tears. A moment later, she forced a small smile.