Desperate Measures Novels & Stories

“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.

Of Mei's words that time is running out. "I need to think about it," I said finally. "Of course. Take all the time you need." "How do I know you are serious? That this isn't some kind of trick?" Derek pulled out his phone again and showed me a bank account balance that left me speechless. It was more than enough to pay for Kai's surgery ten times over. "I'm serious," he urged. "I understand desperation, Teresa. I know what it's like to need something so badly you'll do anything to get it. I'm offering you a way out. A way to save your son without drowning in debt."

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.

Can't you see how desperate you've become? Desperate? Hailey looked from Kara to her mother. None of them even gave her a chance to speak. "So what if I'm desperate?" She replied. "Is it a crime to seek my husband's attention."

I said, desperation edging my voice, that eternal debt to him feeling like crushing weight on my shoulders. "Just go ahead and name something," I said, trying to think quickly. Almost instantaneously, I saw flashes in my mind of every single possible loophole I could find in this nasty deal. Desperation continued to rise with every passing moment inside my entire being, like a tide that threatens to pull me whole and drown.

My no should be a soild no! Am not that freaking desperate for relief.... Liess... Am freaking desperate for him. The truth hits me like a punch to the gut, stealing my breath.His grip on the doorframe tightens. "I’ll beg on my hands and knees if I have to.” “Fine. Go ahead.” I release my grip on the door and take a step back. My mind already doing a little sing song reminding me that I would regret this but I didn't care... Regret was one thing but desire was another..

Her Mom assured her, but Neville didn’t like it and shook her head furiously in negative. “I know you don’t understand, Nev. But we need to do this as we shouldn’t stay with the person who doesn’t deserve us.” Her father said something to her. “Yes! If we stay with someone who doesn’t deserve us, then we will end up hurt more than we can bear. So, it is better to go away.” Her Mother uttered with an angry look at her father. For the next few hours everything settled and everything buzzed, but Neville still didn’t understand what is happening and where to go and to whom.

She replied and walked up the stairs, as soon as she was out of sight, Henry chuckled and sat on the couch. “Someone is loving up.” He joked and Draven ignored him as he took a seat next to him. He brought out the gun in his jacket and placed it on the table. “You like Xalia.” Henry said but Draven ignored him. “The last part of the transportation wasn't successful, we lost Marco and a lot of money.” “Yeah.” Henry replied. “We need to come up with a new transportation plan or we will keep losing all we have but till then, we have to lay low in that part.”

I called, my voice cracking with desperation. ***

I convey, desperate for a way out of this precarious situation. Emily, keenly aware of my attempt to link my mother, urgently voices her concern: “He's linking his mother; what should we do?” Karl, the orchestrator of this sinister plan, responds with a cold determination, “Stop him quickly.” The blinding pain in my head intensifies, and my desperate screams fill the air. It's as if each wave of pain pushes me closer to the edge of unconsciousness.