Who Is Hope Mikaelson Parents Novels & Stories

"Five years ago, your father died. He left everything to you. Billions of dollars. Blake found out about it and decided he wanted that money. So he kidnapped you. He drugged you. He created a fake identity for you—Adeline Rhodes. He made you believe you were his wife. He's been stealing your money ever since." I couldn't breathe. This couldn't be true. It had to be a lie. "If this is true," I said slowly. "Then who is Hope's father?" My mother was quiet. "Who is Hope's father?" I asked again, louder this time. "His name was Daniel. He was your fiancé before Blake took you." Was? "Where is he now?"

The love she felt for her daughter was fierce and protective, tangled with a deep, aching worry for what the enhancements were awakening inside her. “You don’t have to carry this by yourself,” Mia said, pulling Hope into her arms. The girl’s small body fit perfectly against her, her breath quick and shallow. “We decide together. Your father and I… we’ll face whatever comes.” Hope nodded against her shoulder, but her grip tightened. “They’re excited. But they’re scared too. They don’t know if we’ll want them. Or if the pieces the bad lady left inside them will make us afraid.” The words landed heavily. Mia hugged her tighter, feeling the rapid flutter of her heartbeat, the faint dampness of u

“I saw Hope’s records from two years ago. Her injuries and burns were so severe she could only have gotten them from some sort of explosion.” “You found her medical records?” Chris asked. Of course they wouldn’t find her records no matter how hard they look since the Alexeevs have their own doctors to begin with. I bet they also have their own hospital in their courtyard, too. But still, Jasmine died that day, and on that same day, Hope was born. They were one and the same person, but the difference was worlds apart. Jasmine was just a normal girl, while Hope was a mafia princess. “But how did Jasmine end up with Nikolai?” I asked Chris. That was a black hole I’ve been trying to solve since

"But Father found me. Taught me. Showed me I don't have to be afraid. I can control the darkness. Use it. Balance it with light." "That's what he told you?" Kai kneels beside us. "And you believe him?" "Why wouldn't I?" Hope looks confused. "He's my father. He loves me. He only wants to help." "Hope." I take her hands. "Your father died. Sacrificed himself. Became a god. But gods change. Power corrupts. We need to make sure he's really helping you. Not using you." "He's not using me." Hope stands. Power radiating. "He's saving me. Teaching me. Giving me the tools I need to survive the next eighteen years."

I said inwardly as I tied it for him. I got adopted when I was still a six-month old baby, as I was told any time I asked about my parents. Dante Marcus was the only father I knew. His wife who was also my step mom owned a large pharmaceutical company and would most of the time stay at work. Dante Marcus was the owner of an executive watch company; they were so filthy rich but they still worked as if there would be no tomorrow. “you have heard about the blood tests that have been recently going round” he said as a matter of fact

ACE She wasn’t supposed to know… not yet. Salvatore sped up everything. Hope was being used by the FBI. She was never truly a part of them. Her parents were working for my family. They were agents, and they were our people… but they were caught. Hope was put in a foster home, and her handler raised her, trained her, and filled her head with lies before sending her straight to me. At first, I didn’t know she was the girl I searched for, not until the night at the Master’s house.

he looked her in the face and, although he didn't say so explicitly, she understood. "Mom, two years ago I said that no matter what happens, you and Keira and all of the Wright Family will always be my family, and that will never change. So ......" Hope bit her lower lip and forced out a smile: "Let me go, and you take care of Keira, who would prefer to stay with the Wright Family, even though Uncle Alex is her real father. " After all this talk, she was actually saying goodbye? Emma Rosy looked at her in shock, a few seconds later: "Hope Smith, are you going to let me die?!"

"Sis, I really, really like you. In this world, besides mom and dad, you're the best person to me. Even if I took away the family that should have been yours, your father... " At this point, Hope bit her lip. Regardless of her expression or tone, it was all an apology to Maia. She felt remorse towards Maia as always. "None of that was your fault, so don't blame yourself." Maia had always been reasonable, the daughter of the business empress Rosa, and she absolutely could not bring any disgrace to her! "Maia, let's make a promise. We'll be the best sisters in the whole world!" Saying that, Hope childishly raised her little finger, just like when she had run to the seaside with Maia to express

"I had hoped for better. For cooperation. For evolution. But I suppose some patterns are unbreakable. You die a martyr. I die eventually. The cycle continues through Hope whether you want it to or not." "Hope will never be an Ashford—" "Hope is already an Ashford. Richard's DNA confirmed it. Marcus's granddaughter. My great-granddaughter. That blood does not wash away. In twenty years, when she learns the truth, she will come looking for answers. And I will be waiting. Alive. Patient. Ready to teach her everything her mother refused to learn." "You are lying. Damien is her father—"

“She wants to leave, but doesn't know where. She wants a baby, a family, but is so ashamed of what Ervin convinced her to do she thinks nobody could ever want her.” “The fresh start might do her good. Where are her parents?” “They’re in the south, but Vera said their letters had ended before the Freeze, so she’s worried the plague got them. She only has Arlen and Sol now. I actually feel bad for her.” Moving her hair to the side, I kiss her bare neck. “You’re a very good person, Hope. But you can’t drag everyone out of the dark. She’ll get there in her own way.” “I never managed to get my father out,” she replied sadly, and I winced at my words. Howen had retreated back into his room once we