Desperate Measures Read Online Novels & Stories

"Ah, I see you've found my plaything." Mr. Martini steps through the mob towards me, as though he's been called. His shirtfront is smeared with blood, and it appears his nose is shattered. Though it's short-lived, the thought of this tiny girl roughing him up so severely makes my veins tingle with pleasure. A few women and several men respectfully nod as he passes, despite his scars. Most likely, some are trying to win his favor, but others... I make an effort to ignore it. People are changed by money and desperation. forces people to take actions they wouldn't otherwise.

"It may sound like I'm complaining, but I'm not. On the contrary, I should be grateful because if it weren't for you, I would be living under a bridge or dead from..." Yes, I would already be dead. Desperation leads me to many things. To reach the limit of despair, to do the first thing that presents itself, to commit any madness in order to breathe without problems, to do things regardless of the consequences... Many things that one later regrets, but then realizes that it was the only way to breathe and see the reflection of light and not darkness itself.

LAURA'S POV Desperate times require desperate measures. I remember that line from a movie, though I'm not sure which one it was. But as I rock Junior to sleep in my arms, those words keep echoing in my head. I need to do something. Fast. There's no hanging around to look for the ledger, or wait till Liam has a breakthrough with his father's will. The way I look at it now, those options are like chasing a dead end. And I don't want to be caught up at the end of the tunnel with no light waiting for me.

Alexander’s Desperate Act Lena took a second step toward the Alpha, tears streaking glowing trails down her cheeks. Alexander snapped. Something inside him broke. He surged with golden fire, burning brighter than he ever had before. He ripped free from Z-03 with a roar of pure agony. “LENA—NO—IF YOU GO—YOU’RE GONE—YOU’RE GONE FOREVER—!!!” She turned around. Their eyes met. Her tears fell harder. “Alex… I’m so sorry.” He sprinted toward her. “You CAN’T—YOU CAN’T leave—DON’T—PLEASE—DON’T—!!”

“You don’t deserve that, Millicent. “You’re going to crawl through every single day in pain. In anguish. In torment. “You’re going to suffer the greatest misery of your fucking pathetic life. “Every day, you’ll wish for death. Beg for death. Yearn for death… even breathe for death. “But it will never come. “You’re going to wither away while you’re still alive. “And you’ll become so desperate and frustrated you’ll want to gouge your own eyes out of their sockets. “So no… I’m not wasting my bullet on a fucking bitch.”

She turned sharply, ripping the door open with enough force to make it slam against the wall. I didn’t follow her. I didn’t need to. Because desperation always wins. And whether it was tonight, or next week, or the moment that next bill came in… Anna Rodriguez would come back to me. And when she did, it would be on my terms.

"Seth I swear on my mother's spine this would be your last night with our team!" ************ She opened her eyes and tried to adjust her vision of the brightness of the room before trying to sit on her butt. If this was a health facility, then it was the worst she has ever seen. Rusted floors, leaking ceilings, spider webs around…. at this point she was just convinced that the monster civilization had a thing for dirt. She gave a cringed look at her surrounding before closing her eyes. That was when she remembered, she had an episode of a panic attack.

She had taken the helicopter to Eastwood last night. David got up to console her. "How are you holding up?" I asked her while David hugged her. "You have to help me, Chloe. I can't be without him. I am going crazy here. Tell him I am willing to share; I don't mind," she said, sounding desperate, and it broke my heart. It was sad that James did not love her enough to hold on to her. I took out my phone and decided to call Paul; the only person I knew who could talk some sense into James. It took a while before Paul answered.

I look around for a trace of Mira, but the place is too dark; I can't make out anything. "Is that so?" He hits my hands forcefully, causing the bottle to slip out of my hands and scatter on the ground. "No one is coming to save you. It's just us." Derrick pressed himself forcefully on me, pushing me to the ground, the broken pieces piercing into my skin. He leans into me, attempting a kiss. I slap him against the cheeks, fighting and struggling to free myself from his hold but sustaining more injuries in the process. Derrick pats my thigh open with his knees...

“You should come down here, then I will take you to all of my favorite places.” It was the last day of Amity’s final exams and boy was she not excited about the summer vacations. At the moment, Amity was sitting cross legged, on a trolley bag and twirling her hair while talking to Ethan on her father’s phone. Her parents were still getting ready and she was waiting for them downstairs while also checking up the schedule and stuff with Ethan. To say she was excited would be an understatement. She was beyond excited. She could barely recite the poem in her exam and got out immediately running to her father. She wanted to travel to New York on the last day of her exam only. She did not want to