Another Word For Desperate Novels & Stories

I said into the phone furiously. "I promise you, I'll make it worth your time" He said Urgently. "Oh really?, look even if I'm desperate, it doesn't mean, I'll settle for...." "Just give it a chance please" He pleaded softly, I caught a tone in his voice. Desperation?, Maybe he's desperate to have the money just like I'm desperate to have a baby, and who knows?, he might Be perfect, why don't I give it a try? It wouldn't hurt anyone after all, and as soon as I see he's no good, I'll send him on his way.

It wasn't pettiness. It was despair. Absolute, utter despair.

Desperate for him “Make me yours, Lay,” I whispered, my breath shaky. “We’re married, aren’t we? Why won’t you touch me? Back in college, I thought it was because you wanted to wait until marriage, but it’s been months, and you still won’t—” My throat closed up. I swallowed, gripping him tighter. “Please.” I didn’t care if I sounded desperate. I was desperate. Desperate for something—anything—to fill the hollow ache inside me.

I feel desperation ѕtаrt to сlаw аt the ѕurfасе аgаіn. “I need to ѕее someone nоw!” I’m up аt thе glаѕѕ, leaving ѕmudgеѕ оn it with mу dеmаndѕ аnd ѕtаrtіng to раnіс. I саn’t bе alone rіght nоw.

"Go clean up. Go back to your room. And tomorrow night you'll come back here and we'll do this all over again." "And you still won't fuck me." "Not yet." "When?" "When you stop asking. When you understand that I own you even without my dick inside you. When you're so desperate for me that you'll take whatever I give you and be grateful for it. I still won't fuck you.". "So when will you? That was the question." "When you are desperate enough, and then you are 'ready'" "I already am that desperate." "No you're not. Not yet. Or maybe you are, but no ready. If you're ready, you won't want it this desperately."

Desperate. “Dante! Open up—it’s about Barry!”

Drowned in betrayal. Suffocated by despair.

She was already typing back. Eve: Then we need to talk. Perhaps we could come up with a solution that works for both of us. Because I need your help. Desperately." Desperate. There it was. That word. My favorite kind of word. I leaned back, grinning to myself, twirling Jessa's phone in my hand. Fuck, I hoped this worked. Because if Eve was desperate enough to text a ghost who kept denying her for salvation, then she was desperate enough to walk straight into my hands.

Desperation. Throughout my life—my old life, before I made that vow to never to see him again—I had seen a few emotions flicker through those grey eyes. Anger, frustration, hatred. Usually, they were just cold and unfeeling. On a rare occasion, perhaps I saw surprise or something softer, something that I knew now to be a farce. Kade was incapable of love or tenderness. But this… I had never seen Kade look so desperate before. So broken. Like he might collapse to his knees and start begging if I didn’t hear him out.

* Alexander’s heart pounded. *"Save her,"* Eleanor whispered, her voice filled with **desperation**. *"Please… she’s innocent in all of this. She doesn’t deserve this life."* **Guilt tore through Alexander’s heart.** **How could he say no?** But… **Klarisse.** His **wife.** The mother of his children. The woman who had stood by him through **everything**. **She was still out there.** And every second counted. --- Alexander felt the walls closing in around him.