Another Word For Desperate Novels & Stories

Not cautiously. Desperately.

I cried for hours but nothing was changing the fact that I was in trouble. Desperate, I grabbed my phone and dialed Brian’s number, hoping to speak with him one last time. I didn’t mind him lending me some money. That was how desperate I was. Just like I feared, his number didn’t go through. I tried Sophie’s number as well, but it was the same. Feeling helpless and shattered, I crumbled to the floor, crying bitterly.

He was desperate. And desperate people make mistakes.

Hunger for her and the raw edge of desperation. He wanted her to agree, that was what he wanted. And he wanted it desperately.

“Your family’s situation has become… untenable. The debt. Your father’s health. The men involved. It’s a storm you’ve been trying to stand in alone.” My jaw locks. I refuse to answer. Silence is the only defense I have left. “You don’t need to pretend with me, Lena.” His voice dips into that intimate register he used to weaponize years ago. “I know what desperation looks like.” He pauses just long enough to let the words settle under my skin. “And I know the exact moment someone breaks.” My breath shudders, so subtle I pray he didn’t catch it. He catches everything. “You’re cornered,” he continues. “And cornered people deserve help. Real help. Not the kind that disappears the moment you reac

Though the desperation was starting to leak through the cracks. ​"Haven't you ever tried it with a man?"

I wished it would be him to die instead. Defeat threatened to wash over me, but instead the desperation prospered. I was desperate to rescue my baby. The only thing in the world that I loved. Maybe I couldn’t rescue myself, but that didn’t mean he or she had to suffer with me. Because desperate people turn to faith, I silently prayed to the Moon Goddess as the pain worsened. My soul would be ripped into pieces by it soon. She was the one who forced this fate upon me, the one who coaxed me into marrying such a monster.

Mercy "Yes" I admitted, feeling guilty and ashamed, “what?” his overbearing voice startled me, I have never heard him use that that kind of tone before. I squeezed a forced smile and my eyes were darting everywhere but his eyes nervously. “ It makes sense now, I am just a fool, I am desperate for your love, and I missed all the signs, you showering me with kisses and all of the affection earlier its because you were thinking of him right?, you used me. While you were with me you imagined me as him didn’t you” his vision darkened, all his vitals were blowing steam, his anger surge forward, the way he held his head looks like he wanted nothing but to bash his head on the wall, " how desperate

Lesley screamed and writhed in pain as she lay on the dirty and muddy ground. "We witnessed how depressed Avery became when she heard about you and Sir Kieran. She cried almost every night! Do you know how much it hurt for us, who regarded her as our family?!" Gracy shouted, kicking her leg. "That's why you should just disappear!" Ella added. Gracy stomped on her head and then smiled like a mad woman. "Desperationis. That's what my power is called, which means despair. Because for the next few days, you will slowly be swallowed up by depression. You will think of nothing but negative things. You will cry every day. You will lose your appetite for everything until you can't bear the extreme s

Desperation laced his breath. He wanted her to respond and that was what she did the least. Her head was not lifted to look up at him, to see his desperate pools of Grey’s nor did she care. She was broken from the inside. She felt pain very deep in her chest as if somebody had cut it with a sword.