Desperate Living Novels & Stories

When the System found me once again, I was celebrating my birthday alone. "Confirming egress from this world. Seven days until the portal opens." I nodded quietly, then grabbed a piece of cake and stuffed it into my mouth. The poor-quality cream tasted awful, but when I remembered that this was my last birthday cake in this world, I swallowed it without complaint. Before I could even put my hand down, the door to my room was violently kicked open. My older brother, Blake Rivers, saw me crouching on the floor. Disdain filled his eyes.

I wouldn't need to beg for an extension in school, I wouldn't need to survive on cheap coffee and stale bread, I could actually go grocery shopping without the fear of thinking of the aftermath, and I could literally buy a new pair of pants; the ones I had were already slack. I swallowed. This was all shades of wrong; I shouldn't be doing this. It could be dangerous, but then who?. Who else was going to sort my bills?. Who else was going to walk up to me and squeeze a hundred bucks in my hand without trying to harass me?. Who?. Desperation could push you to do things you judged others about, but then who's a saint?. No one!. Another message appeared. “Click yes for the final documentation? "

“Courage keeps you alive. Desperation gets you killed.” I yanked my arm free, anger flaring again. “Then maybe I’m done trying to stay alive!” The words hung between us, heavy and undeniable. Krager stared at me, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Don’t say that,” he said quietly. “Why not?” I challenged. “What’s left for me if I don’t get my child back? Tell me that, Krager. What exactly am I fighting to survive for?” He didn’t answer immediately.

“That’s because I’ve been reborn, too. You and Cassie killed me in the previous life, and this time, you’re both paying for it.” “What? So it was all you? I’m going to kill you!” Cole screamed hysterically through the prison bars, but it was useless. Not long after I left, he broke down and smashed his head against the wall, ending his own life. With his death, my nightmare from the previous life finally came to an end. From that point on, every day was a new beginning. [The End]

Our only hope was that both of our parents had been asleep when it had happened, because if they were already awake then it would only be moments before they were down here. I immediately mashed the stupid power button of the remote, already regretting using the highest setting, especially when she'd already been so sensitive after the amount of time I'd spent working her pussy to its limits. I'd taken things too damn far and now I wasn't sure if Elayne was even okay or not. From the rise and fall of her breasts, I knew she was still breathing, but otherwise, she was far more still than I could remember seeing her.

No one know what desperation can do to people. “Therefore, we’re screwed,” I said. “Yeah,” he replied, sighing in dejection.

It was almost time to switch up. He dreaded slipping into his other life—the one he kept hidden from his boss, from Gina, from everyone. But desperation didn't care for pride—and neither did Bill.

he suddenly grabs me, I try fighting but the grip he had on me was just too strong Again I felt helpless We got outside, I could tell by the strong breeze that hit my face I tried screaming for help but it was no use, not only was my mouth tied I was already exhausted from all the struggling I hear Luther’s voice, my eyes widens, why is he still here? “Jesse? But how? You were shot and arrested , how did you manage to escape?” “Ever heard the saying if you’re desperate enough for something you’ll get it ?” “Never in my life, let Violet go before I do something I might regret “

“You deserve the perfect life. And I’m more than sure that Aldo would give you what you deserve.” Or maybe not.

Celeste Harper had done a lot of desperate things in her life. She had juggled three soul-crushing jobs at once, surviving on caffeine and sheer spite. She had lived on instant noodles for weeks, the salty broth a poor substitute for a real meal. She had even lied through her teeth just to land a voice-acting gig that barely covered the interest on her mounting debts. Poverty wasn't just a state of being for Celeste; it was a relentless predator, always snapping at her heels.