She's Hopeless Novels & Stories

My little sister Vanessa was obsessed with werewolf lore, convinced she was destined to marry a powerful Alpha. When Rex, the Alpha of the Firwood Pack, saved her during a riot, she thought fate had finally set its gears in motion. What she didn't know was that Rex saved her simply because she resembled what his fated mate had looked like in her youth— Helena, the Luna of the Firwood Pack. Any sane woman would've walked away. Vanessa saw it as her golden ticket to the top. She secretly mapped out Helena's usual routes, hired outlaws to stage a brutal car crash, and sprinkled silver dust—lethal to wolves—across the wreckage. Her plan? Wait for the esteemed Luna to draw her last breath, then s

he comforted. She shook her head, pulling away. “I don’t. I deserve you, but I need you to let me in Zen. From the moment we met, I knew I was in for a ride with you. You had a reputation as the elusive Prince, but I didn’t care for that. I know that you have another side to you.” “I just haven’t shown it to you in a while,” he finished off. She nodded. “I miss my mate, my husband, and I hate myself for being selfish at a moment like this, but I also can’t help it. I see how Killian and Cassidy are there for Cally and Nathan, and I wish I had that too.”

The video started with Kiera wearing a dark expression, looking as though she was about to lose her temper. She kicked an invisible object and cursed loudly. “Bastard!” Liam had expected her to break down in tears, but instead, she took a deep breath, looked ahead, and began jogging away. A slight frown appeared on Liam's face. He proceeded to read the text attached to the video. She was already close to school and showed no sign of crying. I had no choice but to pick her up. It would look bad for the family's reputation if she arrived at school on foot.

Errol nodded again and signed solemnly, “Exactly. We might not have shared the same mother, but Yvette has passed away. We should let go of the past. Revenge is a self-perpetuating vicious cycle. “Hope is our younger sister. We’re related by blood, to some extent. Aside from that, I think her sensuality is going to work very well for her as the Lamenting Raven’s spokesperson.” “Agreed. Hope is one of the most expressive actresses in the industry.” There was no contest to this claim. Hope could master even the most exaggerated role. That was why big magazines scrambled to invite her for photoshoots. “You’re her boss now, Maia. Of course, I have to ask for your help on this! I’d like to conduc

She feels conflicted, torn between hope and despair. She has never betrayed him, never done anything to hurt him or the pack. She loves him more than anything in the world. She can't believe what she just saw. She can't believe what she just heard. She can't believe that someone would do this to her. Someone would fake this video and frame her for something she never did. Someone would ruin her life and destroy her love. Someone would play with them like puppets on strings. She looks at Vitale with wide eyes, hoping he will see the truth in them.

"Are they really that good? Sounds like you're speaking from personal experience." Sure enough, she gave me an affirmative answer. "Mhm. So long as you're willing to shell out the cash, you can have your pick of the litter. They're all young studs with rock-hard muscles and washboard abs, and they know exactly how to please a woman!" I had always known Sophia lived a wild life in private, but I hadn't expected her to be quite this bold. "But he's so good to you. He just has a little performance issue. Why don't you just put up with it?"

One day, I came across a live stream of my own house while scrolling through social media. "Check this out, guys. These are premium quality saffron. Look at the color of them! And I've got freshly caught cuttlefish here. Its tentacles are still moving. Let me show you how to kill this thing. "Today's challenge is cleaning the windows in a house that costs 2 billion dollars. Thank you for the gifts, guys!" Lilian Sherman was our housekeeper. She came from a rural village and had a hobby for livestreaming. Every day, she documented her life as a housekeeper working in a wealthy household.

I swatted his shoulder, "How's Zen?" "Exhausted. He could barely sleep, anxious that we'd get caught. His mate, Heather, is here as well. She's awesome, I swear, you'll love her." "I heard my name," a woman as short as me strode into the room. She wore a red sundress with floral print, her blonde hair cropped into a bob with chestnut highlights throughout. She had high cheekbones and a heart shaped face with a button nose and full lips. Her eyes shifted to me and their gray had my breath hitching. The resembled a full moon with flakes of black sparkling in their depths, "I'm Heather," she introduced with a bright smile showing off her pearly whites.

I hear quiet steps and the door slowly opens. Shes been crying. The salty scent is all over her face. Her eyes are puffy. No makeup. Hair somewhat a mess. In track pants and tank. Even with all that, she's fucking stunning. My breath hitched as I absorb her beauty. Her beautiful amber eyes filled with sadness. "Hi." She squeaks. I fight a smile. "Can I come in?" I say in a stern yet respectful voice. She swallows. She steps out of the way and waves me into the house.

She just find other man who look surprise with her sudden visit, Shin is doing his job when Ji Hyo suddenly enter the room. He is confuse with her messy figure, she look so desperate and anxious. She looks like someone who wondering around to find something and when she looking at Shin, its seem like she realize that the thing she try to looking for is not there. She looking at Shin with a sad eyes, the sadest eyes she never show to anyone and Shin can see that her tears start to flowing down.