Desperate Measures Novels & Stories

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? "

I could only believe William and follow him to the outskirts to live with his relatives. However, he brought me to a wrinkly old man instead. The house was run-down, dark, and covered in spider webs. The old man was afraid that I would escape, so he put a dog collar around my neck. However, I had just given birth. How could I have the energy to escape? I could only look at William helplessly. I no longer had tears to cry. “Where is our son? Did you sell him?” My blood had soaked the train seats because of a premature delivery.

Subham's father asked, almost whispering. Doctor looked at him. "Not good. If his condition gets worse, we might lose him." Hearing those words made my heart heavy. It was a shocker for all of us. "Is there no way to save him?" I asked. Doctor stayed silent for a second and stared at the ground. Then he lifted his head up and looked at me. "There is only one way now. The wish fish."

Too bad for them, I actually did spit fire. "Fine, but I think you should scrap Everhart from your mind. Find another target." Desiree's voice cut through my musings, jarring me back to the opulent ballroom. "What! I can't do that!" She stared at me, mouth agape, eyes wide. The look, strangely enough, reminded me of the hamster my father accidentally squeezed to death. And I use the term accidentally loosely. I jolted, shaking my head to dispel the unwelcome memory. I sighed, meeting Desiree's dramatic gaze. She always had a flair for the theatrical, but she wouldn't say no unless it was a genuinely bad idea. "Why? Give me one good reason, and I won't contact him."

Alexander’s Desperate Act Lena took a second step toward the Alpha, tears streaking glowing trails down her cheeks. Alexander snapped. Something inside him broke. He surged with golden fire, burning brighter than he ever had before. He ripped free from Z-03 with a roar of pure agony. “LENA—NO—IF YOU GO—YOU’RE GONE—YOU’RE GONE FOREVER—!!!” She turned around. Their eyes met. Her tears fell harder. “Alex… I’m so sorry.” He sprinted toward her. “You CAN’T—YOU CAN’T leave—DON’T—PLEASE—DON’T—!!”

Desperately. The battle raged. Reality convulsed. The between-space shattered and reformed and shattered again. And the rescue party waited. Helpless. Desperate. Hoping. Hoping the philosopher could win. Could defeat Hunger. Could free Hope. Hoping. Desperately. Absolutely. Hoping.

"We have to act quickly; I realize it's a lot. I apologize, Clara. I slumped onto the chair next Lily's bed as he went, completely demoralized. Her skin was chilly to the touch, so I grasped her hand in mine. More to persuade myself than Lily, I murmured, "I'll find a way, Lily." "I swear." The next three days blur with desperation. Although I maxed out credit cards, made calls to friends, and even thought about selling my car, it was not nearly sufficient. Time was running out as well as my choices.

Never in my life have I ever stooped as low as to beg for anything, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. "P-P..." I gulped, trying to get rid of the knot in my throat, "P-Ple-" "You'll have to kill us all!" Mom's firm voice came from behind me. I rubbed my chest and sighed heavily, thankful to her for cutting off the words that literally felt as if they were choking me.

Looking at the chaotic company ledgers, the hundreds of daily messages demanding repayment, and the constant pressure from my family to hand over all my company shares, I made a hard decision. I took on all the debts myself and forced Matthew to divorce me. For the past two years, I had worked tirelessly to pay off the debts, throwing myself into every possible opportunity to earn money. Even though I knew my body was deteriorating, I pushed on, determined to see it through to the end and repay every penny I owed. The suffering and torment I endured turned out to be part of Matthew’s manipulative scheme. I looked up at the two satisfied figures at the desk and a wave of disgust and anger bub

I called while extending my hand towards her trying to reach her but she was far and my hand couldn't reach her. "Come on, Take my hand," I said desperately while trying to reach but she didn't respond. "It's okay, April, It's me, Davina, Take my hand," I asked but she didn't respond to that either. Try something, think Davina! Think! And something hit me, I looked at her while taking a deep breath, calming myself. "April," I called but she didn't respond. "Take my hand, NOW!" I commanded in an authoritative tone and what she did shocked me. She looked up at me and immediately took my hand with a fearful expression on her face, I slowly pulled her out and lifted her up.