Sovereign Hope Novels & Stories

It was a Code. > VARIABLE: LOVE > VALUE: INFINITE > COMMAND: REWRITE "I choose the third option," Hope said, a tear of pure emerald light tracing a path down her cheek. "There is no third option," the Sovereign sneered. "Yes, there is," Hope whispered. "It’s called the Hostile Takeover." The Rising of the Heir Hope didn't attack the Sovereign. She pressed the two copper rings together and slammed them into the "London Book." The book didn't burn. It Ignited.

I licked the blood at the corner of my lips and forced myself upright. I could not collapse. I could not do that just yet. “If you want me to stop hiding, then pay me.” I extended a hand out to Jonah. “I want 500 thousand dollars and nothing less. As long as you pay me, I’ll go to the hospital right now for the transplant.” As he looked at my hand, Jonah slowly narrowed his eyes. He had held my hand countless times, but he looked at it in disgust this time. “When did you become this way, Ryleigh?” Jonah’s voice was hoarse and questioning. “Where’s the Ryleigh I knew? She would’ve gone hungry for two days just to save a stray cat.”

"Dylan knows that Erick knows that..." "I can't condemn him, Kendrick. Not rationally." I listened to Hope's voice and twisted my mouth, still isn't letting go. "I've accepted that Dylan is my Mate. I hate the Gods for condemning an innocent man to the future that awaits him, a future that has no happy ending." I pulled my face away enough to look into Hope's eyes, there is a sadness there. "I will not survive the end of this war." Hope stated and I know she believes it, and there is some truth there, something that Night seems to know because Night could feel the power that carried.

We’d lived like flatmates all these years, only they didn’t contribute to the rent. I sat cross-legged on a worn chair, chewing my leftover dried pancake. My eyes were glued to the TV in front of me as I aimlessly flipped through channels until I stopped at a news report. At least the news kept it real no fake smile, just cold truth. The picture was blurry, but the headline was loud and clear. “Billionaire Kelvin Edwards offers $1,000,000 for any information on his missing pregnant wife.” I coughed, choking on my pancake. “Huh?!”

~~~ R-O-M-12:12—12|13|14|15 - hope II-C-O-R-4:10—31|32|33|34|35 - dying J-O-H-N-3:16—17|18|19|20|21 - world 4_2_3_5_5 H O P E _ _ _ _ _ D Y I N G W O R L D 4 2 3 5 5 ~~~ “Hope on the Dying World?” - Xol “Hope in the Dying World?” - Czaquira “Hope of the Dying World.” Timotheus uttered.

DPOV Songs: Watching Over by Greta Van Fleet, Heart and Soul by Joy Division With the successful return of Eddie's group, we were confident in trying something more lucrative. A group of men from our forces along with some of the troops from Galloway that had journeyed with Guardian Hathaway would travel back to their kingdom in order to get word to their lords and our allies in Northumbria.

being happy about each other's path. “1... 2... 3...Clear...” Being fine ... “Raise the voltage!” ...when you see them walk away from your life. But, me... “Her heartbeat is getting too slow.” ... I'll come with him... We'll end up together again. We'll be happy. He is waiting for me... My hope is not here... I am... Blair... and this is my own happy ending. “Ms. Blair Novak. Time of death May 4, 2020, 9:00 pm.”

"Sandra! I taught Lexi how to read. She is a sweet girl that used to be naive about a lot of things, but now she reads, and you would be pleased to know that she can fight." Sandra looked stunned. "Yes, I taught her," Gina added. "Lexi, I believe, would be a symbol of hope to this world when she is ready to take her throne. Nestro belongs to her." "Nestro belongs to a man. It's been the rule set down. Don't you see, Gina? Lexi has one of the deadliest mercenary groups on the planet backing her. She is married to its leader who would make worlds tumble for her. She is literally playing you all acting naive."

I suppose this began as a whispering in the air which a whisper I didn’t hear. "Mr. Kim, thank you for inviting me. I did not expect you to invite me on such an occasion.", I said to the man just a few centimeters shorter, wearing a white tux and a red velvet undershirt accessorized with chains of gold jewelry and sparkled with bits of a diamond. Anyone would easily recognize this man even with his snowy white mask on. Everyone would know that he was Mr. Jun Kim, my client. He is as well the owner of SK Holdings and the host of today’s auction in Hera Palace.

I was thirty, the CEO of a global non-profit empire, and the loneliest woman on the planet. My parents had each other; they had forged their bond in the fire of the corporate wars. I had only the Triumvirate, a security detail, and a mountain of data. The Arrival of the "Neutral" Auditor The friction moved from the dirt of North Africa to the marble halls of the GTT’s global headquarters in Geneva. A coalition of emerging nations, the Sovereign Seven had challenged the GTT’s global patent, claiming that the "Cultural Autonomy" I had granted in the Oasis should extend to Economic Sovereignty. They wanted to manage the ACSC technology themselves, without RHC oversight.