Desperate Living Novels & Stories

“Because, if so, I don’t know how you survived raising him without losing your mind.” Caspian sighs, glancing at the closed doors, almost like he’s afraid Mike might somehow hear us through them. “Cut him some slack, Desiree,” he says, his voice as reasonable as always. “The man’s going through a tough time right now.” “Oh, he’s going through a tough time?” I let out a bitter laugh, crossing my arms. “I’m so sorry, I must’ve missed the memo. Apparently, his little ‘tough time’ gives him full license to follow me around like a puppy and make my life hell in the process. Because, you know, that’s what normal people do when they’re struggling—they latch onto the nearest unsuspecting person and

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

Did she not deserve at least some respect? The more they thought about it, the more desperate they became. Life had already become hell—starvation, relentless cold, constant suffering. To them, Cyrus' home was the last hope, the final glimpse of paradise. Diana ground her teeth, eyes flashing with vicious resolve. "If worst comes to worst, we'll just break into his place! I will live there. I won't keep starving and freezing! And if it comes to it, killing Cyrus doesn't matter either!" She was willing to do anything to get inside. But she knew she could never overpower him alone.

Being an acute leukemia, the white blood cells did not reproduce quickly and the disease occupied his entire system. The street is full of people who walk fast, perhaps with situations very different from mine. I no longer have situations. Well, he hadn't. Since I met the little boy who left me in my room, until now my days have been more complicated than in the last five years. In a few minutes I arrive at the apartment, I take off my stupid underpaid executive assistant clothes as soon as I close the door and put water to boil to make myself some tea. I shower slowly. I don't need the rush in my life, not anymore. "Despair is part of failure," someone said once. Desperation only makes you

I need to save Kheina! When one is being desperate, there are times that he already hold his hand in piles of thorns. The moment you wanted to achieve something that is not within your capabilities, you are already counting your last days before your death. For one of the characteristics of human was to gamble… to gamble to get what they want. To gamble to get what they need to achieve. To gamble even if it means gambling their life. And that is a curse of life… a curse on human nature. A curse… that will always remain as long as there are desperate people out there breathing. ”Bring her down…“

he paused “- absolutely nothing." "Mysterious," I sotto voce. Tesoju nodded. "The mysterious ones are not known till there’s trouble,” he said. “Let’s do our best to stay away from trouble till we leave here,” he shifted in his seat and sat forward. Mule turned around and smiled at us. I sank into my seat, ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes as my breathing became more intense. Even though Kelvin didn’t look like trouble, I knew we were definitely screwed if anything was to go down in the club tonight. We would definitely be in trouble then. And unsurprisingly, something always does.

Desperation was the word to describe how the werewolves were feeling at this point. They were also confused about everything as they didn't know what to do regarding the current situation of things. Another problem was the fact that the Pentagon was quiet. No one knew where they were and it was said that they were only communicating with their trusted men through phone conversations. For members of the pack, that was not enough. The people felt like their leaders had deserted them. Though they had been instructed to lay low and hide themselves, that seemed like an impossible task. How could they pretend that this didn't concern them? Especially now that the humans knew about their existence.

I explained “I know that is what the issue is here but remember she needs something if return and she is desperate,” he said, He kept repeating the same thing, over and over, like it was the only thing that mattered. Like it should be enough to make me believe but I wasn’t sure if I could let myself hope again. What if it wasn’t real? What if she was just desperate? Desperate people say things they don’t mean when they need something badly enough. Maybe that’s all this was. Maybe she only believed she could do it because she needed something from me in return.

“Your family’s situation has become… untenable. The debt. Your father’s health. The men involved. It’s a storm you’ve been trying to stand in alone.” My jaw locks. I refuse to answer. Silence is the only defense I have left. “You don’t need to pretend with me, Lena.” His voice dips into that intimate register he used to weaponize years ago. “I know what desperation looks like.” He pauses just long enough to let the words settle under my skin. “And I know the exact moment someone breaks.” My breath shudders, so subtle I pray he didn’t catch it. He catches everything. “You’re cornered,” he continues. “And cornered people deserve help. Real help. Not the kind that disappears the moment you reac

📍 Living With him 📍 [Taming Mr popular] Episode 23 By Adebayo dolapo Torre POV 💋 " Gosh am damn tired right now, I muttered as I walked through the passage, I called Bianca name but she's not answering, by tomorrow". I said and walked inside my room. I plonked myself on the bed , and drift off. ... #next morning. I woke up and walked down to Bianca room, I continue calling her name, but she's not answering.