Desperation In Death Novels & Stories

"I can't die, I have to get out of here! If I get buried in this godforsaken place, it's all over!" Austin was filled with desperation. His eyes were bloodshot. But the ground before him was already covered in darkness. Like the gaping maw of a deep abyss, it was about to swallow him whole. He knew that the swirling ice debris had already surged overhead. It was over! Austin smiled bitterly, his despair reaching its peak at this moment.

Desperation is a powerful catalyst. That much is a fact! I had never been a religious wolf, having always believed in strength, in steel, and in the sharp edge of fangs. But as I felt my life force draining into the moss, I looked up through the canopy of the oak tree at the silver orb of the moon. "Please," I croaked in desperation. "Moon Goddess... Mother of all that is supernatural. I don't care about my life. I don't care about the revenge. Just save him. Don't let him pay for his father’s sins. Give him a breath. Please."

He killed Mom and other women, lots of them, and I was just about to join the list. So many reasons why he deserves to die, but something gnarls in my chest. His eyes. More than just shock—it was as if he was drowning. I know because it’s a familiar look that comes with anguish. What kind of desperation was he going through? These stupid thoughts are what have me turning back and moving towards him. I should check if he’s still alive. Right? I tiptoe towards him and crouch down. My head is spinning at how terrible this decision is, but my hands still stretch out slowly to touch him.

He's crazy, I won't be trapped. “Looks like I got the wrong target. Should I kill you now?” I also reached for the vase, within seconds my hit hit his head. Sret. So many crazy things have happened to me. Ah I don't know. *** ~Dinar Audrizka~ "Let me go. I will kill the person who has made me suffer. Or, should I just kill myself to end this?” Desperate, I could feel the feeling overpowering a Clarissa Mahendra. Even in this way, it is possible that the taste has even become a daily meal. The life of a Clarissa Mahendra can never be separated from despair.

I had to escape him. “I swear it,” I gasped, the words barely escaping my lips. “I won’t come back. Just…just let me go.” Jax’s laughter was like nails on a chalkboard, sharp and grating. “Do you think begging will save you?” His voice was a dark chuckle. “You’re already dead. You just don’t know it yet.” Desperation clawed at me, but I forced myself to keep going. My vision was narrowing, black spots dancing before my eyes. I could feel Jax closing in, his footsteps growing louder, his breath hot on the back of my neck.

This feeling of helplessness made people feel extremely desperate. Unable to hold back, she felt a little depressed... If no matter how she struggled, it would be useless... an indescribable feeling of despair filled her heart, and gradually spread throughout her body. Closing her eyes, her clenched hands let go in despair. She observed, placed them on Midge's face again, and said each word clearly: "Midge, are you sure that this time if I do as you say, you will give me the backup and promise not to reveal it to anyone?"

“You know why we’re here, Marcus. I asked you a thing before I dropped you here in your misery.” This place has that kind of power that makes anyone who enters it become possessed with an untold amount of misery and sorrow and despair. “I told you already: I don’t know!” A sob tore from his throat, tears leaking from his angry eyes. Whether it was because of the dreadful cold or from this interrogation or just from the plain sight of seeing me, I don’t know. I can’t determine the source of his anger. Or perhaps I don’t need to. Despair often breeds the kind of anger without the need for something or someone to be angry at.

I said, feeling both annoyed and bitter at the same time. "You think I'm doing this because I would love to get married and leave you here in this poverty?" I said, my voice hard. "You think I would want to get married to someone who almost killed my sister, when I should be jabbing at his lungs for almost taking you away from me?" I sniffed and continued. "Cynthia, come to think of it. If I didn't do this, what other way is there to help mum and bring her back to life? "She's been in that condition for eight goddamn years", I thundered, stressing 'months'.

My fingernails that used to flip musical scores were all broken. I clenched my teeth and used all my might to strangle the old man. However, I got slapped in return. He stepped on my abdomen and beat me with all he had. He cursed me for being disobedient and invited all the other single men in the village to his place. I was terrified and cursed them all to burn in hell. Days passed as my attempts to kill myself failed continuously. I was slowly going insane. Finally, my bodyguard appeared. He always looked so serious.

His bloodshot eyes burned with desperation as he hissed, "Odessa, do you even realize what you're saying? How do you expect to survive without me? Have you ever stopped to think about that?" Tears welled in Odessa's eyes, dampening her long lashes. The sorrow in her gaze surged like a rising tide, threatening to drown everything. She leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. "I told you… I've already died. I only have five days left."