Desperation In Death Novels & Stories

Time to act, not just watch my own death. Damien’s gaze slashed toward Yadiel's face, a volatile fusion of glowing rage and stark disbelief. Desperation clawed at Damien’s throat, a useless plea for mercy trembling on his lips, as he now found himself bargaining with death's shadow, pleading for a sliver of life he seemed no longer entitled to.

Bee swarming together on someone's face, spiders spinning webs in the kitchen, Snakes bulging as they swallow prey whole. But nothing works. My brain keeps going back to the moment I saw his face, back to the sheer power of his presence and beauty. A beauty that even now makes me want to scream. I hear his voice in my head. I feel the force of his longing. “Let me in.” The desperation... Oh God, the desperation. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s the desperation one must feel when they know they’re dying and clinging to their last breath. Does he want me that badly? Does he want me so bad he’s dying because

He slowly pushed a bit of fluid out before aiming straight at my thigh. "Don't rush it, sweetheart," he whispered, his breath hot and foul on my cheek. "One shot, and you'll find out what real thrill feels like..." Despair. Crushing, endless despair. Like cold ocean water drowning me, invading every breath and inch of me. I shut my eyes. If I couldn't get revenge, at least I could take control of how it ended. Using what little strength the drugs hadn't taken, I clamped my jaws shut and bit hard on my tongue. I'd rather die by my own teeth than be defiled by these pigs.

This method of killing ordinary people was not enough to destroy dead souls. And Caspian's means were obviously not over. He took a step forward and made a grasping motion with his five fingers. These wriggling pieces of the dead soul could not move at all. They could only hover in place and move slowly. "Hey, little dead soul?" Caspian made a disdainful sound from his nose, and his palm suddenly shook. A wail came from the depths of the void at the same time as the soul fragment exploded into smoke. The wailing was filled with endless unwillingness, regret, and despair.

Let him off the hook? I snorted derisively, carefully running my fingers over the urn in my lap. My voice dripped with contempt and barely concealed rage. "Do you know what the most despairing thing is? "It's seeing hope only for it to be shattered. "I'll crush his hope right before his eyes, watching him die in agony."

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.

Why am I suddenly thinking about him? “Someone’s coming”, the small voice in my head informs. I turn to the door as my assistant, Alex, a handsome thirty-year-old bachelor bursts in. The look on his face tells me that whatever he’s about to say to me is far from good. Alex stares at me undecidedly. “Speak”, I mumbled, returning to picking up the broken glass. “I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.”

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

If she never had her medication just a few minutes ago she was supposed to be having another episode of attack currently and for some reason she wished she was. He pulled her into his arm aggressively by the back of her head with his huge palm before closing her mouth with his right palm which ended up covering her nose. Now she wasn't only struggling with the pain she was struggling to breathe. She could feel the rise in her body temperature. She couldn't die knowing the condition of the rest of her people, She was not allowed to, till she saved them. "Fucking hush! Hush it!!" He spoke for the first time and she confirmed that he wasn't planning on suffocating her to death with his big palm

“ this time, you wanted to see me. ” “ Why can’t I see you? Am I still not desperate enough? ” I questioned, walking to my right, trying to reach an end. “ No. You are not. Desperation rises from agony—from the pain that crushes your heart, the misery that kills you, and the despair that destructs you. You, my child, didn’t experience it. You lived a good life. You held yourself together. ” She spoke in the same soothing tone that never seemed to change.