Desperate Measures Novels & Stories

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.

he cut in sharply, turning back to face me, “I don’t run a charity. Show me how desperate you are” Ok. Tell me what to do, I'll do it quickly,” I replied.

"The prices are holding." "Keep going. Don't stop." "We're running out of funds. The accounts are almost empty." "Then find more. There has to be more." "We've tapped into everything we have. Every account, every investment, every line of credit." I looked at her, at the fear in her eyes, at the desperation that mirrored my own, and I made a decision. "Use the contingency fund. All of it." "Mrs. Cole, that's for emergencies. That's our last resort."

he suddenly grabs me, I try fighting but the grip he had on me was just too strong Again I felt helpless We got outside, I could tell by the strong breeze that hit my face I tried screaming for help but it was no use, not only was my mouth tied I was already exhausted from all the struggling I hear Luther’s voice, my eyes widens, why is he still here? “Jesse? But how? You were shot and arrested , how did you manage to escape?” “Ever heard the saying if you’re desperate enough for something you’ll get it ?” “Never in my life, let Violet go before I do something I might regret “

I said into the phone furiously. "I promise you, I'll make it worth your time" He said Urgently. "Oh really?, look even if I'm desperate, it doesn't mean, I'll settle for...." "Just give it a chance please" He pleaded softly, I caught a tone in his voice. Desperation?, Maybe he's desperate to have the money just like I'm desperate to have a baby, and who knows?, he might Be perfect, why don't I give it a try? It wouldn't hurt anyone after all, and as soon as I see he's no good, I'll send him on his way.

I snatch the phone up desperate for a way out. Of course he fucking did He’s impulsive when it comes to you it would seem. Try to keep this phone out of his hands so we can stay in touch. I’ll do my best to help you if I can. Well, fucking great! That’s not helpful. Uh, that does not help me! I will do my best to keep this phone, but I make no promises. Oh, and this doesn't mean I trust you, I’m desperate. That’s all this is. Desperation to escape a ate we both know I can’t out run.. I hit send before turning the phone off and tuck it in my front pocket.

I explained “I know that is what the issue is here but remember she needs something if return and she is desperate,” he said, He kept repeating the same thing, over and over, like it was the only thing that mattered. Like it should be enough to make me believe but I wasn’t sure if I could let myself hope again. What if it wasn’t real? What if she was just desperate? Desperate people say things they don’t mean when they need something badly enough. Maybe that’s all this was. Maybe she only believed she could do it because she needed something from me in return.

"Just give me a little more time, please." It was Mr. Meyer talking over the phone, and his voice was hoarse, as if he had been crying for some time. “Look, with all that happened and the piling lawsuits, there’s no way I can... please, I'm begging you. I need a few months,” he kept pleading, and each word tangled more thoughts in Calytrix’s mind. Her focus momentarily drifted, and by the time she regained it, Mr. Meyer had ended the call. A cigarette already occupied his hand, and he was smoking it profusely.

that turned into something more. But I'm not lucky like her. And I'm desperate at this point. Desperate people will do anything... Well, almost anything. I refuse to sell myself. I have standards, even in my desperation. And I am desperate. This is my last-ditch effort before... well, I don't know what will happen if I can't get this to work.