Despair Meme Novels & Stories

My fingernails that used to flip musical scores were all broken. I clenched my teeth and used all my might to strangle the old man. However, I got slapped in return. He stepped on my abdomen and beat me with all he had. He cursed me for being disobedient and invited all the other single men in the village to his place. I was terrified and cursed them all to burn in hell. Days passed as my attempts to kill myself failed continuously. I was slowly going insane. Finally, my bodyguard appeared. He always looked so serious.

Read me, stupid!

Denali questioned with a hint of concern? “I don't care about dying, all I care about is me meeting my Mate, I can't hide this feeling erupting inside of me forever, I know you can feel it Niamh, so why are you fighting the bond,” Desperation laced in his voice, he looked so devasted and it hurts. I glanced at my doppelganger waiting to hear what she would say next. “Stop being Delusional Vamp boy, I do not feel anything,” my doppelganger said harshly as she walked past AJ who had tears in his eyes.

XXV –Descent . . . Descent (noun): it can be an action of moving downward, dropping, or falling… or it could be a moral, a social or psychological decline into a specified undesirable state . . . PROSERPINA: Before she and Alastor can go shopping later–does this count as a date?–Proserpina had fully intended to leave the house not too far or for long seeing as she no longer felt that secure ever since they’ve been attacked there) when she returned to the shadows to rest.

​After an experience with his mother's ex-husband, he had developed PTSD. ​How was Adrienne supposed to cope with the sudden darkness? She pressed her hand over her mouth to stop the soft sobs she knew would come in the next second. She couldn't let Alexander see her like this; this was too personal to simply display to a man who might mock her instead of offering help. ​She would find a way to sit through the darkness. ​On the bed, Alexander was lying on his back and staring into the darkness when he suddenly heard a slight gasp. He ignored it, thinking it was just Adrienne trying to sleep.

Not cautiously. Desperately.

Amara didn’t rush to defend herself. That was deliberate. Instead, she made one call. Not to Victor. Not to a lawyer. To someone she hadn’t spoken to in five years. “Do you remember Albright?” she asked. A long pause on the other end. “I remember who they sacrificed,” the woman replied quietly. “Good,” Amara said. “I need the full archive.” By evening, the second wave hit. An opinion piece. Then a televised panel. Then a financial ethics commentator asking one question over and over:

She frowned and shook her head slowly. "It's ridiculous, Vivian." "Why would anyone want to act as a replacement bride?" "Only if it's a do-or-die situation" she added with a wave. I dimmed my eyes to allow that to sink and repeated in my mind "Only if it's a do-or-die situation." "Thanks Lauren, you go along. I'll catch up with you tomorrow" My mum's condition is a do-or-die situation, I thought sadly as I trudged home.

**Morale Hits an All-Time Low** The pack's den, once a vibrant sanctuary echoing with laughter and camaraderie, was now steeped in a suffocating silence that enveloped it like a heavy fog. The very air felt thick with despair, a tangible force that pressed down on the remaining members, who were all too aware of the affliction that had swept through their midst with ruthless efficiency. Sickness had infiltrated their ranks, leaving behind a calamitous trail of anguish and suffering that numbed the hearts of the strong who clung desperately to the vestiges of hope.