Desperate Measures Novels & Stories

"Please don't I don't care you call him and I go ahead he will ring your neck and then he will punch the living daylights out of you but in recent days he's been the calmest person to be around. " "He is feeling secure, which is a good thing. I heard through the grapevine that he proposed to you and you can't accept his proposal. What happened there?" "He was operating from a place of desperation I have never seen him this desperate to ask me to do something and when you operate from a place of desperation things don't go well because it's a feeling you doing it out of here so I said no indirectly and I made it up to him having making it up to him for the past couple of weeks so I don't want

If I could just reach it. "Dan would like the three of your bodies in front of him. I'm not that heartless." "Help me then!" I said, desperately. I hated being desperate. It clearly showed my weakness. I had failed convincing and desperacy was just my only solution. "I can't!" He replied. The situation was hopeless. I nodded, pursing my lips. I wanted him to think I gave up. I never do though. I thought of a way to get him distracted. He might be bright enough to notice my cunning move but I had to try. I had used the same move back at the bistro. It would be stupid of him to think I was savouring the moment.

These feelings were new and they were weird to me and I didn't like the way they were making me feel weak. But amid the turmoil, a fierce determination burned in my eyes. With a trembling hand, I gently cradled her head, my touch a silent promise of unwavering devotion. "Hang in there" I pleaded, my voice breaking with emotion. Desperation fueled my actions as I tore a strip of fabric from my own clothing, pressing it against her wound in a desperate bid to stem the flow of blood. Time blurred as I fought against the encroaching darkness, every moment precious beyond measure.

I shouted, feeling a wave of desperation wash over me. Franca quickly assisted me to my office, concern etched on her face. "Nana, you need to calm down," she said, trying to soothe me. But I couldn't calm down. Penelope was pacing around the room, her eyes wide with worry. "What do we do now?" she asked, her voice laced with desperation. I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed. "I don't know," I replied, trying to think of a solution. "We've exhausted almost everything we have, and it would be unwise to empty it all," I said.

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.

she related. “Go straight to the point,” she cut in. “Oh, mother, the truth is that Daren would not care about producing a child unless he faces extreme pressures. As you can see, Melisa has turned his heart away from us and he is unwilling to take a second wife. But if we can put him through extreme pressure, we believe he would listen to us and do the right thing,” she continued. “And what kind of extreme pressure are you talking about?” she cut in again as she looked at their faces.

"We make it look like we didn't make it out of this garage alive." There was a pause, then Vera nodded slowly, piecing it together. "A final stand. One last desperate move. Enough chaos to make it believable." Cameron's brows furrowed. "And they'll just believe it? Just like that?" "They want us dead more than they want confirmation," I said. "We give them a scene soaked in blood and fire, and they'll move on." Elijah stepped into the light with a metal case. He knelt beside a scorched toolbox and flipped it open. Inside were pouches, blood packs, and melted gear. "I kept these for emergencies. Looks like this counts."

He had a kind of sad expression on his face as he slowly walked out without a word. "Seth," She called out and he stopped right on his tracks. "Tell Mira that her father would not survive the next three days."