Desperate Measures Novels & Stories

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.

Aidan meets his gaze. “I think it’s the only thing that might.” The structure pulses again. Closer. Closer. The pressure building. Not physical. Something else. Like the space around us is being compressed. Like the system is asserting itself. Preparing. “Time,” I say. Aidan doesn’t need to check. “Less than a minute.” Matteo exhales slowly. “Okay. So we either try the desperate plan or we definitely lose.” “Yes.” He nods once. “Great. I vote desperate.”

They were desperate. “I know something we can do,” one of the council members who had been reviewing all of the papers from the two packs at war said, and suddenly everyone approached him to hear what he had to say. These were desperate times and they did not have any other plan to resort to, so they needed to take every idea they could find and use it. They were that hopeless. The council member looked slightly nervous with all of the attention, but he still spoke up. “I am not sure if this is going to work. When I was flipping through the papers, I saw it and it stuck in my head.” “What is it?” Declan asked.

The silence was his answer to my every outburst. "Anita..." breathed my mother, but I shook my head. I licked my lips, "Mom, sometimes when you don't want to see the truth, you blind yourself to it. But my eyes are wide open now. No matter how much I cry, beg, plead or talk sense... You both will turn a deaf ear. I will say 'yes' to him on one condition," "What is it? We will do anything," My father voice leaked with desperation My life is shadowed by a cloud of sorrow, guilt, sadness, hurt, and pain, no matter what. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Not to mention the unborn pup quickening in her womb; her choice wasn't just about her own survival. “Who can read the mind of a desperate omega? Perhaps it is merely a dangerous play to squeeze the coins from your sire’s vault,” Abbott muttered, crossing his thick arms over his chest to show the crisis didn't touch his pack lines. “But you know the state of your father’s rinks. If he surrenders the coin to this single female, the hundreds of other ruined season-ticket holders will follow her scent and use the exact same threat of execution to bleed him dry. Darius doesn't possess enough wealth in his territory to survive a mass refund.” My hands curled into tight knots as my mind raced for

It finally did. “I don’t need to remind you of the consequence of terrible work in this department. Andrea’s heart sank. Even her tears couldn’t help. She was doomed. There was only one thing left, and she had thought about it severally but chucked it away every time it came up. It seemed ridiculous; she could even get punished or expelled for it. But then desperate times, they say, require desperate measures. She shifted in the seat and bent her body towards him so that her cleavage deepened. Her heart raced as she considered it. Sweat beaded on her back and her forehead; it trailed a line between her breasts and her thighs.

I don't try to call her back, I only log into my account and buy a ticket for Ma, the earliest flight is tomorrow by two pm so I pay and send Ma the details with tears streaming down my eyes uncontrollably. I pushed myself off the chair and lay in bed, the uncomfortable material of my cardigan pinches into my side doesn't faze me as I cry my heart out. At this point, I would pray, but how much more can I pray if I don't take a step forward myself, how much more can I ask God to help if I won't take a step. So I pushed myself up and lowered the curtains I'd put up for light and stripped my clothes.

“I know this is the end of the road for us but we were only thinking about mother. The drugs she has been prescribed are no longer working. It’s inoperable, her bowel cancer, you see. We had to do something. Mary told me about the new drug they were developing over there, so we hatched a plan to get some.” “So how did you really get them out of the complex?” I asked. “The cutting of the fence, the bashing over the head of the dog, was all a little bit elaborate and there is no way you could have defied those dogs they have patrolling about the place, believe you me I know, I’ve tried.” “I underestimate you, John?” Reverend Harkett said ruefully. “Thank you.” I heard Mrs Deeves clear h

"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.

, I asked. "What crazy deal huh?" "You seem not to know your way home. Why not help me for 7days? And I'll help you find your way home" "Nice deal Superman, what's the plan?" "Leena is missing, and her biggest music concert is coming in 5days,if she doesn't show up,her career will collapse" "How's that my business?", the lunatic asked. I took a heavy breath. "Just do this for me, please", I pleaded.