Despair Novels & Stories

Let him off the hook? I snorted derisively, carefully running my fingers over the urn in my lap. My voice dripped with contempt and barely concealed rage. "Do you know what the most despairing thing is? "It's seeing hope only for it to be shattered. "I'll crush his hope right before his eyes, watching him die in agony."

It was a message from an old friend. "I heard about what happened. Maybe by now you’ll understand what it feels like to lose everything." Alexander clenched his fists, anger boiling in his veins. He didn’t need pity. He needed a way out. But there was none. For the first time in his life, Alexander knew what true despair felt like. And this time, there was no escape.

Melinda just stood by the monitors with a heavy expression as she watched the different areas of the mansion displayed on the screen. “Is he always like this?” Liya asked, not being able to bear the silence any longer. “Like what?” Melinda asked, her brows wrinkled. “Blocking people, acting like he can’t rely on anyone but himself,” Liya said in frustration. Melinda smirked. “In a world like his, trust is like a poison that kills you slowly. He is not used to depending on anyone but himself.” Liya wanted to question her further, to understand the man she was forced to marry, but before she could open her mouth, the screen of the monitors blinked and showed the front gates of the mansion.

This feeling of helplessness made people feel extremely desperate. Unable to hold back, she felt a little depressed... If no matter how she struggled, it would be useless... an indescribable feeling of despair filled her heart, and gradually spread throughout her body. Closing her eyes, her clenched hands let go in despair. She observed, placed them on Midge's face again, and said each word clearly: "Midge, are you sure that this time if I do as you say, you will give me the backup and promise not to reveal it to anyone?"

His presence was a comforting one, a beacon of hope in the midst of her despair. The stranger’s question, simple yet sincere, struck a chord within Florence. It was a question she hadn’t heard in a long time, a question that acknowledged her as a person, that recognized her pain and suffering. The weight of her emotions, bottled up for so long, finally gave way. She broke down, her sobs echoing through the rain-soaked streets. Her tears flowed freely, a release of the pent-up anguish that had been consuming her. She shook her head, unable to find the words to express the depth of her despair.

"Wonderful." I retreated, and soon I took off my underwear too, leaving me completely naked. This girl will now regret conspiring against me. I climbed to bed, hastily covering her petite figure, careful not to crush her now. She smelled fresh and soft. "You will regret coming here, girl." Anahita's pov I am standing in a desert. all by myself and thirsty A devilish laugh was heard from far away. "You will regret..." I didn't hear anything beyond that : "Aidan, Natalia, somebody get me out of here."

, Janelle blurted. "And, what were the words of the woman?", Steff asked. "She said something like..... """""IN YOUR DREAMS, HE HAUNTS YOU. FATE IS GONNA BRING HIM TO YOU AGAINST HIS DECISIONS, WHEN YOU SEE HIM, YA DEFINITELY WILL KNOW, DO NOT FIGHT HIM. HE'S YOUR DARKEST DESIRES. HE COMES WITH BAGGAGES OF HIS OWN. YOU'RE HIS"'"'"'"'"'"'....", Janelle confessed.

I could make it home again. And so what if I didn't? My life hadn't amounted to much in my almost twenty-one years as it was. I never did anything useful with it. I certainly had tried, but there had never been enough money or enough opportunity for a country kid like me. Every time things were going okay, a god damned bomb got dropped on me. I was almost able to balance student loan payments, rent, and car repairs, but no, now my friend was dead and I was going to be homeless. I felt horrible for lumping the two in the same thought, but it was true. I was fucked. My steps grew more determined as I walked. Let the darkness get me. I had nothing. I was nothing. If only I could let this fear g

“ this time, you wanted to see me. ” “ Why can’t I see you? Am I still not desperate enough? ” I questioned, walking to my right, trying to reach an end. “ No. You are not. Desperation rises from agony—from the pain that crushes your heart, the misery that kills you, and the despair that destructs you. You, my child, didn’t experience it. You lived a good life. You held yourself together. ” She spoke in the same soothing tone that never seemed to change.

He was crying and screaming in the recollection, looking like a pathetic mess. Why... Why did he say those things... Was this what happened after he thought Serenity had died? He fell into that kind of despair because he thought she was dead? His head... hurt so much! It hurt so badly that he felt like it was going to explode. He let out a low moan. He suddenly felt like he was falling into a dark abyss. The suffocating despair was spreading to every part of his body. "No... No... Why..." Broken cries escaped his mouth. How could he escape from this hopeless darkness?! Suddenly, a voice resounded in his ear.