Desperate Living Novels & Stories

“Anna, I appreciate your concern, but I have to do this. I badly need the money and this is the only way I can get the money that I need as fast as possible." There was no part-time job I could do to be able to get the amount of money I needed. I knew I could die, but I was certain that if I stuck to Ian, I was going to get enough money for my family to take care of themselves if I did die after or before the surgery. Anna had no other choice but to follow me so together we entered the shop and bought the clothes that I needed and walked back home, with Anna, still by my side. **********

"It may sound like I'm complaining, but I'm not. On the contrary, I should be grateful because if it weren't for you, I would be living under a bridge or dead from..." Yes, I would already be dead. Desperation leads me to many things. To reach the limit of despair, to do the first thing that presents itself, to commit any madness in order to breathe without problems, to do things regardless of the consequences... Many things that one later regrets, but then realizes that it was the only way to breathe and see the reflection of light and not darkness itself.

I implore you, lend me your ear," he gasped, his voice saturated with an overwhelming sense of desperation. In the depths of my despair, I found myself wandering aimlessly through the labyrinthine corridors of life. The path I once tread with certainty had become obscured, leaving me adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Yet, amidst the shadows that threatened to consume me, a flicker of hope remained, a glimmer of goodness that refused to be extinguished. Oh, In the depths of despair, she pleaded for assistance, her voice trembling with desperation. "Help me find it again," she implored, her eyes filled with a flicker of hope amidst the shadows of uncertainty.

Desperation: a state of despair, typically one which results in rash or extreme behavior. Lowell At least there was something good about being a half-werewolf. I heal faster. I just turned twenty though probably looked like I'm thirty. I surely felt like I'm forty when my body had taken a good beating in the underground cage fighting. My knuckles felt like I'd put them through a grinder, at least my face was healed because I still need to work to pay off my debt to the Russians.

My mom seemed to turn gray right then and there, aging a decade before my eyes. She gazed at her broken daughter lying unconscious, tears streaming down her face. There was no remorse in them, only the hollow despair of knowing the Callahan family was well and truly finished. Desperate to keep Natalia alive, they sold the battered Mercedes for scrap and even parted with their home. The three of them descended into a damp, shadowy basement apartment. They were now living in the sort of place reserved for those who have truly hit rock bottom. Natalia endured only the cheapest treatments and whatever drugs they could scrounge as they were unable to afford a real dialysis treatment.

“I needed help, not someone to control my life Dominic” He exhaled through his nose, slow and measured. “You accepted our deal.” “Because I was desperate then,” I snapped. “And I'm not repeating that mistake for a second time” Something flickered in his gaze. A glint of emotion but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. Then he said, “And do you still think can't be anymore desperate again?.” “Well, I have to survive .” “You call that survival?” His voice dropped. “Scraping by in a rented apartment with no protection? What do you think is the easiest way to get me?”

The kind that keeps you moving while quietly hollowing you out, one is the fastest road to exhaustion, while the other is to numbness and even depression. The first thing desperation does is make you quiet! Not the dramatic kind of quiet, not screaming into the night or crying where someone might hear you type but It’s the kind where you learn how to suffer silently. Where you become careful, Calculating. It’s where you learn how to swallow panic until it burns the back of your throat leaving you to pretend that you’re fine while something inside you rots slowly. Desperation teaches you restraint. It teaches you endurance, It teaches you how to lie convincingly to others even to yourself.

she begged in desperation, "I need this job and I need that money. It's very urgent" There was urgency in her voice. She lived a carefree life without knowing the meaning of struggle for money but now, she had to beg someone unreasonable for just a little amount. *********

"You had better be thankful that you have someone who came to get hold of you when you're in trouble. Think of the millions of DV victims who cannot even leave and be grateful for once. You're always moping around, all forlorn and tired of life. Labeebah Bakura! Be thankful for your goddamned existence, you idiot!" I'm quiet, she's quiet but the ding of the oven timer breaks the silence and she turns to me again. "I'm tired of seeing you like this. It's been almost four months, snap out of it. Be strong, be brave, you need to get on with your life. Why are you behaving as though you wish you were really dead and gone?"

" no, you look here, Astrid. I don't fucking care if she lives or dies. I want us to be together." "How can you be this selfish?" she asked, and that made me go out of my mind. "shut the fuck up, Astrid," I shouted, and she flinched but didn't utter a word. "Found your mate?" the same question. Daxon asked me that same fucking question when we entered the pack. "yes, found her, and you know what? She is going to die after some time," I shouted and left the room and went upstairs. Astrid POV