Desperate Measures Novels & Stories

Making my way home. Outside, it was freezing. To avoid the cold, I took a shortcut. At the final intersection, a figure suddenly appeared and seized my neck. I couldn't breathe, and the pain from the strangulation immediately surged. The System quickly went to work, completely cutting off my sense of pain. "You accursed brat! If it wasn't because of you, I wouldn't have gone to prison for two years! Die!" roared a man, who was holding something short. He raised it and immediately stabbed it in my chest.

“Nothing is more important than family, Ian. Nothing beats family.” I groaned inwardly. I was more than aware of the fact that the purpose of Desire’s whole act was for her to get enough talking time with me. Even with nearly ten years below me, she took pains to lecture me on whatever she sincerely felt I needed to know. And I could bet there was a lot I needed to know swimming about in her head, right now. “Are you set?” I asked, getting up. “Sure.” “Ian, who’s the lady?” She asked, immediately we stepped outside the house. “Desire, lets do the talking in the car.” I said, resignedly.

TERRIFYING THOUGHTS "Cancel all the appointments I have for today, I would rather stay at home today and do my work, than usual, you can postpone it to another day and make sure you pass the information to the crew, but that doesn't mean they won't be working. It's only I, that would be taking this day off, you excluded, I want you to make sure everything is running smoothly, as you know we got a bigger problem in our hands which we have not gotten a solution to.

I explained, tears glistered in my eyes. “I will do whatever it takes to sit at my rightful seat, I am willing to do whatever Stephen and Cara ask me to do, I don't care what they ask of me to do even if I have to kill everyone I care about, I would, that's what they call desperation” he shouted at me, he was immobilized by fury. “I don't think you know about how desperate Athena is,” he scoffed. “What do you mean?” I asked, fear and curiosity etched on my face.

" Caleb asked me, and I headed towards my office. They followed me. I sat down at my desk and turned on my computer. "Those are the poorest parts of Woodclaw Island," I said, and Mike frowned at me. "And what does that have to do with the deserters?" "They will follow an Alpha willing to give them more than we offer, especially if they consider it. Then, we presumably sealed our fate by sending an email claiming we were reducing their allowances that might not have been substantial initially. After that email, they were more likely to choose an alpha that would promise to give them the impossible telling them it is possible, but the Moons are the obstacles." I said, and Mike shook his head,

I know it’s common practice among rich people to find people who are really desperate and use them for their selfish interest, but still why me? Immediately I stepped out of the hospital building, I turned around and looked upstairs, I’ve spent the past two months of my life going in and out of this building and as it is already I’m very tired of it, so I decided to take the bull by the horn, come what may, I don’t think I have enough emotions in me to care anymore.

She doesn't answer; she must have passed out last night because of her excessive drinking. I'm already running late; I rush to the window and draw up the stained curtains to allow air and sunlight to flow in. "Bye, Mom." I rush out of the house, and a large bulldozer with large teeth and angry noise mashes over the already fallen gate. I scream and struggle to run back into the house, but they are heading for the house. "Stop this fucking machine; someone is in this house." I keep on shouting at the top of my lungs.

"I don't care if he wants to fire us. I'm going to give Dante a piece of my mind!" Through my choked sobs, I managed to convey the true depth of my despair. "My babies are in danger," I whimpered, my words piercing the air like shards of broken glass. Mavis froze in her tracks, her eyes widening with alarm as the gravity of the situation engulfed her. Desperation clung to my every action as I continued my futile attempts to hail a taxi. Frustration welled up inside me, mingling with the tears that stained my cheeks. Each rejection from a passing cab only intensified my anguish.

"Mom, what did that ungrateful bastard say to you? She used a kindness as leverage, slandered Lily, and even declared in front of the cameras that she wanted to sever ties with us. It's a good thing that Lily taught her a lesson! That way, she'll stop causing trouble all the time!" Grandma's right hand, which was holding the phone, began to tremble. She frowned, unable to understand what on earth was happening. "Is this what you mean by Lily teaching Laura a lesson? Laura's right arm is fractured, and there's a hole in her head! If I hadn't rushed back after seeing the news about the fire, she might have died on the pavement!"

And that's the last clear thought I have. The kiss isn't gentle. It's a wildfire. It's all heat and hunger and a raw, desperate need that melts every protest, every fear, every bit of sense I have left. A small, weak part of me is still trying to whisper, He's sick, he's not in his right mind…