Desperate Measures Read Online Novels & Stories

He suddenly dropped me to the floor, bent down and whispered. "DARK DESIRES...." "Wh.... what are you...",I stuttered trying to understand what he was saying. But then I felt a heavy metal on my head. I felt everything blacking out.

The devastation tearing through him at what he sees. ‘You have to turn, please. It’s the only way you can survive these wounds. Turn for me. Don’t give up. Don’t leave me, baby.’ The desperation in his voice ravages my heart, but I’m too weak, and I’ve lost too much blood. I’m so cold, so numb that even his touch can’t warm me as it should and I cry softly, with desperation because I know, as soon as I slip away, his own heart will cease to beat. I can’t let him die at my hands; I have to save myself to save him. He doesn’t deserve this, he never did anything wrong, he came for me. He came to save me.

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Out of sheer desperation, I start to yell. “Marlowe!” I call his name again and again, each time my voice disappearing into the thick, humid air. All the night songs cease, and everything listens to my calls, the desperate baying of a wounded animal. I drop to my knees in the dirt. I realize then that he’s not here. No one could live in this place, this dead, awful place, not even him. The despair that sweeps over me is so total I am physically weakened by it. I put my forehead to the ground.

I said, desperation edging my voice, that eternal debt to him feeling like crushing weight on my shoulders. "Just go ahead and name something," I said, trying to think quickly. Almost instantaneously, I saw flashes in my mind of every single possible loophole I could find in this nasty deal. Desperation continued to rise with every passing moment inside my entire being, like a tide that threatens to pull me whole and drown.

I called, my voice cracking with desperation. ***

Jadeline’s POV Desperation leads to foolishness—gullible to any false hope, starving for something to cling onto as waves upon waves knock you down. Desperation is an unquenchable thirst, clawing in your throat as you drag your feet to an oasis you can see from afar but despite every step, the distance seems to grow farther apart. Desperation is being aware you are getting tricked but still playing your part just for a fraction of the possibility that things could change for the better.

I wish I could hire someone to stay with her but I didn't have the money for it. Picking up my phone, I dialed his number waiting for him to pick it up. I know I would regret this and I wouldn't hear the end of it but desperate times called for desperate measures. “Err, um Hello?” “Hello,” the deep voice answered back. “Can you do me a favor? I desperately need your help.” “And why would I do you a favor?”

“The rot curse is ancient, designed to end a line completely. The cure was written in old blood, bound to love’s sacrifice. Without it, Alpha Williams will not see another moonrise.” The truth was worse than anticipating he would wake to another day. Goodness, I never thought it could be this bad finding a solution. Derek turned to me, his eyes brimming with tears. “Maya… don’t panic. Please don’t overthink this. We’ll figure it out. Just—just breathe.” But I couldn’t. My chest rose and fell too fast, too shallow. I pushed myself up from the chair, my legs trembling like they might shatter beneath me.

“FINE! If you don’t want to come here then I’ll just have to kill myself here!” I was desperate for a plan to deceive him, and my eyes frantically searched the room for something that could help me. I stood up and started pounding on the walls and chairs, hoping it would be enough to make him think I was harming myself. No matter how much noise I made, deep down inside of me there was still only one thought: despair. Nothing could make this terrible moment go away; nothing could erase the feeling of total helplessness that had taken over my entire being. I grew weary as time passed with still no word from him. The afternoon heat was oppressive and I felt my tongue drying up in my throat. It