Desperate Measures Novels & Stories

She only asked quietly, "Hazel… have you really thought this through? Once you do this… there's no turning back." Hazel's gaze hardened. Finally, she said, "In desperate times, you use desperate measures."

"You know, I still don't understand why you ran off like that." I turned seeing Trisha eyes narrow annoyance etched on her face. "What do you mean ?" I was quite taken aback from her new attitude. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, Samantha. Storm proposed to you five years back and confessed all his love for you, and you run off without an explanation. He was wrecked when he entered Yale, and I was there to comfort him. I'm so glad he moved on." She sneered at me.

How can I now suddenly turn into a total disappointment? 'Madam, am sorry about what we are facing right now. But we must not forget the saying that a desperate situation requires a desperate action. It would be more embarrassing if Chief should hear this story from outside. For even if you are going to fight to retain Sandra, you cannot do it alone. He must be a part of it. Otherwise, he might get to know about the whole truth from outside. And that might be more difficult to handle.' 'But how am I going to do that? How am I going to start?'

But in such a precarious condition, the discount cellphone turned out to be quite useful to save her threatened life. After the phone turned on and showed the main screen display filled with only a few applications, Hazel immediately opened the messaging application to send an SOS message to her secretary. First of all she had to tell Mrs. Eden that she needed help right now and wanted her to contact the police immediately. But before she could finish typing all the words, suddenly the phone screen flickered rapidly. An incoming call from her secretary made Hazel want to scream, but she soon realized that Calvin was still asleep behind her, so she decided to pick up the call in a very slow m

Desperation ran through my body, any noise made me alarmed and scared. "I need to get out of here, but where! I thought desperately." "My love, please help me! I pleaded, hoping my thoughts would reach him. " - I found you! - He shouted, making me look around scared I wasn't seeing him anywhere, but in a desperate measure I entered a door on the right.

I pleaded desperately, grasping his arm. He spun, eyebrow raised, surprise flickering. "What's this?" "I need to talk to you," I urged, desperation edging my trembling voice. "Please, reconsider. Give us another chance." Mr. Callaghan's piercing gaze lingered before releasing his arm, dismissing my plea. "We've exhausted this conversation," he stated flatly. Desperation swelled within me, threatening to overwhelm. "Please, Mr. Callaghan, just one moment," I implored, voice trembling.

He doesn't sound that impressed with my information right now. Well does he expect me to do all the work and come up with all the plans? What is he doing to help in our situation? Nothing! He's just sitting around on his computer trying to break into a system that is unbreakable! "We need to come up with a different plan. If I can't get him to listen to me, we are going to have to take drastic measures." I don't know how far I'll go, but I hate to admit I'm desperate right now and I'm willing to do just about anything to gain back my status.

Cole suggested. “They would never agree to that,” I shook my head. “And on top of that, they would never let it die down. I will not be reduced to nothing in my own home.” “We can try to broaden our scope,” Jules suggested. “That’s the only available option left.” “What would people say when they learn that the great Mayert pack is begging to be saved from ruin?” Cole said. “This isn’t the time to feel any iota of pride, Cole,” Jules said. “We’re desperate and we need to survive by any means necessary. So if you’ve got a much better option, I’m willing to listen to it.”

Jadeline’s POV Desperation leads to foolishness—gullible to any false hope, starving for something to cling onto as waves upon waves knock you down. Desperation is an unquenchable thirst, clawing in your throat as you drag your feet to an oasis you can see from afar but despite every step, the distance seems to grow farther apart. Desperation is being aware you are getting tricked but still playing your part just for a fraction of the possibility that things could change for the better.

I could pay my bills and still have some cash left long enough for me to find an actual job. My head is spinning. If I don't do this I would probably die because I can't afford my drugs, food or water, but if I do this I can take a break from stripping and find an actual job. I mean it's just a night, and I would probably never see him again. I really need this money. I take a deep breath. Desperate times call for desperate measures. “I will do it.” I murmur, turning to look at Madame who has been staring at me with a bored expression.