Desperate Measures Novels & Stories

I felt helpless and defeated, a hard lump stuck in my throat, restricting my airflow and making me dumb. I could see the desperation in Anthony’s eyes, I’m sure he had always been in agony in our marriage. That explained why he lived each day of his life comparing me to my best friend and wishing I looked like her. The world is indeed cruel! “Just sign the papers, Selina! You aren’t a bad person, but we weren’t just meant to be. I know I’m alive because of your dad’s kidney and I’m very sorry he died during the transplant. But that doesn’t mean I will spend each day of my life atoning for my failed kidneys.”

, Imelda suggested, eager to hear his response. “No. That'll make me seem desperate. I'm not and will never be desperate for anyone's attention. The same way she fled from my house is the same way she will come crawling back to me by the time I'm done with her. I won't even lift a finger and she'll come back to her senses, realizing how stupid her decision to leave me was”, Desmond's deep, thunderous voice reverberated through the phone's speaker, his words trembling with uncontained fury.

He studies me again, long enough to make me uncomfortable, then he asks, “How many hours do you have left?” The question catches me off guard, “What?” “Before your father throws you out.” Every humor drains from my face. How…..how does he know that? I swallow, “Twenty-four hours.” His expression doesn’t change, “So you are desperate.” The word cuts through me like a blade. And I hate it. Desperation. “I'm not desperate.” “You offered two million dollars to marry a stranger so you are.” I open my mouth to argue, and close it back, damn it. I hate that he’s right. I really am desperate.

“Maybe he can help us figure something out. I can’t believe I’m even considering seeking help from that jerk.” Emma’s raised eyebrow spoke volumes. “Theodore?” she echoed, disbelief lacing her voice. “The same guy who threatened to fire us if you don’t get information on Pushkin?” My jaw tightened. I knew she was right. Theodore was the last person I wanted to see, but desperation gnawed at me. I nodded, my face burning with shame and a touch of desperation. “Desperate times call for desperate measures,” I mumbled, feeling like a hypocrite for seeking help from the very person who had thrust me into this mess. “I don’t see any other option right now.”

“Why did you do this? Why did you do this?” I chant but all I get is a giggle. “Do you see? Do you finally understand the lengths I’d go for you? Do you see how madly desperate I am to please you? All I ask you is one thing, munchkin, just one thing. And yet, you fail to do this one thing for me when I’m willing to burn the world down all for you.” My gaze meets his and all I see in his eyes is desperation. And just like his words, the look on his face confirms his desperation.

Vance said and again tried to get away from the grasp. " I don't want someone to die because of me, and if she dies, Vance, I swear I will kill myself." Astrid threatened, and Vance gave up by saying, " do whatever you like; you are stupid, Astrid, foolish." " But where is she now?" " in pack hospital," Daxon said. ------------------------------------------ " Vance. Do you even know how much pain she is going through?" Ione said " can we talk about this later? Now what is important is Purple's life?" Daxon

Una broke into a sob. “Please don’t cry. It makes me feel bad to see you cry. Come here.” He opened his arms to her. As the sense of complete desperation came rushing to Una, she clenched her fists, shoved him and raced to the door. But he was quick, and his arms caught her around the waist, taking away the chance of escape she already knew to be impossible. After failing at every attempt, she felt she was already dying every day and was just waiting for her final moment to come.

I tried to smile but inwardly I was greeting my teeth as the fact that he had once again found another way to make another of my plans faulty since I would not even be able to step out of the car for the food and at least bolt off. Desperate times call for desperate measures, I finally understand what that means.

he unfairly groaned, “You know stop putting salt on the injury otherwise I’ll really throw this knife at you.” “Oh, calm down, there. You might end up in the jail if you do that,” he pointed at the sharp knife, “Nonetheless, why don’t you contact her through messages, WeChat, Telegram, or even to her Email?” Matthew groaned, “That would appear as if I were too desperate! Are you thinking straight?” “But you are!,” Jackson patted his shoulder, “Desperate moments needs desperate measures, Matthew. You know that as a CEO; too well.”

“What do you mean?” “Stripping.” I laugh, ready to shake my head and tell her she’s got it all wrong. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.” “But it’s dangerous, Carmen. What if you get hurt?” “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing, and it’s just for one night. Besides, I used to do it all the time.”