Despair Meme Novels & Stories

I'm so fucked. *****************************************

*Neville Pov* “What do you mean by what will we do about it? We are not going and that’s it. I can’t stay at any crowded place at all, with all the suffocation.” I heard my darling step mom commenting and darling is nothing but sarcasm. “But, Jennifer! He is my cousin and we can’t skip his son’s marriage right?” I heard my Dad’s voice making me roll my eyes and immediately walked near to the dining table. “Good morning!” I said before dropping myself in a chair before switching on some song in my ipod to escape these people’s talks.

Despair! My heart and my entire body shudder at the word despair. Despair as of today elevates the meaning that term has in my life. Never since my family went through financial difficulties and Christina, Jennifer's mother, helped us a lot did I not feel the weight of despair. I feel desperate not to have my wife with me always. I feel frantic that my children may not have a mother. I feel desperate not to live with Selena by my side.

It would be so easy to let go, to succumb to the despair that threatened to engulf me. But then, in the depths of my despair, a flicker of determination sparked within me. A memory, a fragment of Cassian's unwavering faith, pierced through the darkness. His voice, gentle yet firm, echoed in my mind.

But unfortunately, his mate died in a rogue attack 2 years ago, The first year without a mate was tough, but somehow he managed and hoped that maybe a second chance for him. “Soon,” Vance said, and Xian didn’t say anything further, but he wanted to. “hey, how are you, Astrid?” Vance asked Vance who spacing out but came back to the earth when Vance called him. “Yeah, good,” Astrid said bluntly, and Vance doesn’t bother to ask if she cried a lot like her brother was saying. “hey, I will take some rest; my head is paining,” Astrid said and excused herself and went away.

Disgust at myself. It doesn't matter if I have money because I couldn't even buy one moment of peace. It doesn't matter if I was leaving in a luxurious life because I fucking don't have one hand to hold me when I was in despair. All I feel is longing and desperation. A soul crushing despair. I couldn't even trust anyone. All I feel is alone. Whenever I think about this I would think about my so-called blood brothers. How they broke the barriers in a matter of minutes. How I trusted them so easily without a second thought. A tear made down my cheek as I violently rubbed it off. It doesn't make a difference any more.

I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my abdomen. Panic gripped me as I clutched my belly, scrambled to my feet, and tried to run outside. Gideon's face darkened as he yanked me back. "Trying to run now that you're humiliated, huh?" Seeing blood running down my legs, my mind went completely blank. I turned around and, in complete despair, slapped him hard. "I'm pregnant! The baby… I'm about to lose the baby!"

black-and-white backgrounds with text overlays like: > “Ungrateful girls don’t deserve real ones. ” “Some people don’t know when they’ve got someone good. ” My stomach twisted as I scrolled. He’d left comments on memes about “loyal men and cold women. ” And his followers...most of them guys from school...had jumped right in. “Facts bro, some girls don’t deserve loyalty. ” “We know who you’re talking about, king. ” “She used you for clout. ”

Matheo muttered with dismay. "Chances are you’ll live," Zander said in a perfect Scottish accent, still typing on his laptop. Unfortunately. He could tell his compliance startled him because the great old cow cleared his throat, walked over to the seat in front of him, and collapsed into it like he’d been holding his breath for the past year. Which was pretty much what they’d all done since their family died. "We’re having an identity problem that causes ad space to tank." Matheo slapped the oak desk between them.

The walls seemed to be closing in on me. The weight of my despair had pressed down on me until I thought it might crush me altogether. The thought echoed in my mind: "He's not coming back for you. He's forgotten about you," Noah's words repeated, over and over again, like some cruel, taunting melody. I wanted to scream, to tear my hair out, to get away from the relentless torture of these thoughts. That sense of desperation was so huge, so choking, that it almost took away my breath.