Despair Novels & Stories

Desperate. "Right now."

The world that will take the people who are left in a bad economy, so bad that the world would fall into a series of problems, which would simply lead to people being taken by the wind, by the plague, the horsemen of the apocalypse returning to the world, thousands of people just couldn't deal with each other, fights, conflicts, wars that would never end, whatever they promise to do a ceasefire or a truce, the world will be taken by a series of misfortunes. Over time, people would fall into despair, diseases would spread, All the effects that covid has caused to take the lives of everyone living, despair, the economy the best wo

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"Mr Fred, I called you in here to discuss a matter with you" "What is it?" Fred asked. "It's about the patient. I think she is suffering from PTSD, posttraumatic stress disorder. It's a condition that occurs after experiencing a tragic loss. The patient just lost the two people closest to her. I advise she should not be left alone at this critical time as she might want to hurt herself. She should be surrounded by family" "Thank you doctor. I perfectly understand that. I'll make sure she's never left alone" "You're welcome. You can go see her now" the doctor said. "Will do that" with that Fred left the doctor's office

He shared stories of resilience, of civilizations overcoming seemingly insurmountable challenges through a shared spirit of hope. The struggle was immense. Despair, a powerful force, fought back, bombarding Jax with visions of annihilation and chaos. But he persisted, fueled by the collective spirit of the galaxy amplified by Kyla's dampener. Slowly, a flicker of change emerged within the code fragment. The images of despair dimmed, replaced by a faint echo of their initial drive for knowledge, a yearning for something more. Seizing this opportunity, Jax projected a final message. "You are not alone," he resonated through the ch

He scared me beyond what I could handle right now, and I couldn't handle very much. With every second that went by I felt myself dropping further and further into despair. Realization was setting in on me like the burn on my arm. I was powerless, weak, and there was nothing I could do about it. The longer I stayed here, the more desperate I felt. I tried desperately to search for some glimmer of hope within me, some spark of light, but to no avail. I had tried to stay strong and get my family back together and look at what it got me, trapped in a place where my ex mate rule and possible death in a near future on the verge of death.

Isliye hum aap ke liye ek aisa intezam kar rahe hain jise hamari maut ke baad bhi koi nahi badal sakega. (Inaayat, my child... I do not know how much longer I have to live. For some time now, I have felt that something terrible is about to happen to me. And the worst part is that I can no longer even trust my own family. That is why I am making an arrangement for you; one that no one will be able to alter, even after I am gone.)

Oh how he missed holding that skin and stomach to make Hazel sigh and smile. For God's sake Calvin! Get rid of that damned thought right now from your dirty brain. He was cursing himself all the way like there was no other word he could think of other than cursing. So petty. Hazel is dying and you're just thinking about that hot night, Calvin snorted to himself.

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

Her cries echoed in the room, the depths of her despair painfully clear. She felt like a freak, good for nothing, a burden on everyone. Without warning, she began to pull at her hair in frustration and self-loathing. She hugged herself, trying to find some solace, but the pain inside her was unbearable. She whispered to herself, "I'm a freak, a good-for-nothing." Her cries became even more heartbreaking, echoing the depths of her despair. Her anguish was like a tidal wave, crashing over her, drowning her in self-doubt and despair.