Despair Meme Novels & Stories

Instead he said, “Do you know why vampires like to stare into humans’ eyes when they suck them dry?” I had just begun to warm up to him, but the way he was staring so deeply at me left me uneasy. I could have retched when he said, “Because we love the despair in them. That’s the word I’m looking for, isn’t it? Not quite confusion, not shock, but despair. Humans seem so desperate when they met their fate—a kind of emotion the rest of us do not show. But alas, they’re too weak to do anything but cower.” He had barked out a laugh after that—a cruel, condescending kind of laugh. I didn’t find it all that funny, but I wasn’t surprised by his twisted nature or his interest in such cruel things.

Just to drown out the despair that fills him with a grief he hates being a victim of. —

And from here on, denial would sound exactly like what it was. Desperation.

I whispered her name over and over, each repetition like a plea to the universe: “Bella… Bella… I need you… please…” And for a fleeting second, in the depth of my despair, I imagined her smiling at me, brushing away my tears, telling me I was stronger than this, that I could survive this cruel world. But it was just a fleeting thought. The harsh reality pressed back in, I was utterly alone, surrounded by people who despised me, trapped in a role I never wanted, mourning the friend I could never have again.

"Mom, what did that ungrateful bastard say to you? She used a kindness as leverage, slandered Lily, and even declared in front of the cameras that she wanted to sever ties with us. It's a good thing that Lily taught her a lesson! That way, she'll stop causing trouble all the time!" Grandma's right hand, which was holding the phone, began to tremble. She frowned, unable to understand what on earth was happening. "Is this what you mean by Lily teaching Laura a lesson? Laura's right arm is fractured, and there's a hole in her head! If I hadn't rushed back after seeing the news about the fire, she might have died on the pavement!"

“You don’t deserve that, Millicent. “You’re going to crawl through every single day in pain. In anguish. In torment. “You’re going to suffer the greatest misery of your fucking pathetic life. “Every day, you’ll wish for death. Beg for death. Yearn for death… even breathe for death. “But it will never come. “You’re going to wither away while you’re still alive. “And you’ll become so desperate and frustrated you’ll want to gouge your own eyes out of their sockets. “So no… I’m not wasting my bullet on a fucking bitch.”

Draven said and turned to her with a cup, she slowly took it from him and gave him a questioning look. “Drink it.” He ordered and she gulped it, she coughed immediately and an irritated expression displayed on her face. She sat up and coughed again. “What was that?” “A herb for a hangover.” “Hangover?” She asked confused and her eyes widened in shock as the memories of last night came flooding in, some seemed blurry but she seemed to recall the detailed ones. “Oh my God, you killed people.” She said and Draven ignored what she said as he paid attention to his laptop.

With a playful grin, he retorted, "Well, Heather, waiting for something good is never a waste of time. I'm all in." Heather raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Oh, really? But, will you really watch it? Or will you, you know, like what I said, just make fun of my on-screen antics? Fuck you for that." "Whoa! Well..." Atlas pretended to ponder this, stroking his chin dramatically. "Hmm, let me think. Should I take embarrassing screenshots and send them to all my friends? Or should I be the supportive, uhm, friend? And cheer you on?"

The woman in the yellow dress stood beside him with a smirk. "People turned it into memes," Astrid said. She scrolled through the comments. "It is so viral even penguins in Antarctica have probably seen it. Mom's phone has not stopped ringing since last night." I pressed my face into the pillow to block out the sight. "Turn it off." Astrid did not stop. She read the words aloud in a flat tone. "'So desperate.' 'What a joke.' 'That poor guy, she ambushed him.' Here is a short one. It just says, 'stupid bitch.'"

I go by the name Iris, but no one remembers that because I'm an omega without a wolf, and very unattractive as well. Maybe if I'd obliged my boss's wishes and had a good night with him as he demanded, I wouldn't be in the middle of the market, surrounded by little children and other jobless omegas like me, who turned me into a dumpsite of rotten eggs, tomatoes and every perishable item they could lay their filthy hands on. "Stupid people!" I cursed under my breath. They couldn't even afford good food, yet they were wasting the ones they could find on me.