Desperation In Death Novels & Stories

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

No matter how cruel and heartless he was, he feared death more than anything. “You’ve been drugged, your body isn’t gonna move for the next few hours. So enjoy your slow and painful death.” She said as she put her guns in her belt. “T…They’re gonna come and sa…save me from you.” He whispered, using up all the strength he had left in himself.

I knew she will be my weakness so I despised her, thinking it will make the feeling go away but it didn't . It only grew stronger. Then when I kept thinking of how I will see her again. I saw her in that office. I wanted to hug her or even kiss her to tell her how much I loved her but again, I despised her to kill the passion in me. I am such a coward. How can I make her suffer for my weakness.

XXV –Descent . . . Descent (noun): it can be an action of moving downward, dropping, or falling… or it could be a moral, a social or psychological decline into a specified undesirable state . . . PROSERPINA: Before she and Alastor can go shopping later–does this count as a date?–Proserpina had fully intended to leave the house not too far or for long seeing as she no longer felt that secure ever since they’ve been attacked there) when she returned to the shadows to rest.

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna pass away I been thinking of our future 'cause I'll never see those days I don't know why this has happened But I probably deserve it I tried to do my best But you know that I'm not perfect I been praying for forgiveness You've been praying for my health When I leave this earth Hoping you'll find someone else 'Cause yeah, we still young There's so much we haven't done Getting married, start a family Watch your husband with his son I wish it could be me But I won't make it off this bed I hope I go to heaven So I see you once a

Because of your selfishness, my life has turned into hell. “God, I’m not questioning Your will for me… but why? Why me? W-Why? Do I deserve this? I know I’ve forgotten You, but I’m only human. I make mistakes, I drift away… is this the price? Will I ever be happy again? Or will You take my life while I’m still hurting?” When you have nothing else to hold onto, you even start questioning God—though I know it’s wrong. And yet… even with everything happening, I know You don’t give people a test they can’t bear.

he said softly and I could hear the unmistakable hint of desperation to hear those hopes and reassurances from me. I wrapped my arms around myself tighter, fighting a shudder to pass through me. I could no longer keep looking at that hope in his eyes, and I honestly didn’t have the heart anymore to watch that hope die and get shot down by me. I guess I could say that was a progress. Because the old Davina would have never wasted that precious opportunity to destroy every ounce of that hope into dust, and enjoyed watching it dim and die in his eyes. But I wasn’t also about to hug him and beg him to come back in one piece. I wasn’t at that stage at all.

Or disappear. But I didn’t have the luxury of guilt or honor right now. I had a dying father, a sick mother, a sobbing sister, and a hospital bill that could bankrupt a small firm. Desperation doesn’t ask for permission. It doesn’t give you time to think things through. It just claws at your throat and drags you down until you either fight or drown. And I wasn’t ready to drown. I stood up and walked to the hallway, trying to catch a breath away from the antiseptic smell and the low murmurs of nurses. My lungs burned with restraint. Everything felt sterile, controlled—except for the chaos clawing at my chest.

​Adrienne's head snapped toward Alexander, her eyes silently screaming the words: HELP ME, YOU IDIOT! ​Alexander, however, was still momentarily paralyzed, not by the question, but by the echo of Adrian's secret look in Adrienne's face. The fleeting softness in her eyes—the genuine wish behind her "till death do us part"—had rattled his detached armor. ​He caught the desperate plea in her green eyes and the sudden sheen of panic on her forehead. He knew this was the critical moment. ​Before Adrienne could utter the wrong, contradictory word, Alexander smoothly leaned forward, his arm tightening around her waist and pulling her hip to his.

Yes, indeed, I would never be able to defeat that man, I wouldn't even accept it if that disgusting man touched my body, and I would probably spend the rest of my life cleaning up his dirty traces. But I was desperate. Desperate for Nicholas de Sanctis, who always did things I could never guess, desperate for the death he had to take. I despaired at the burning gas station, imagining the soulless corpse that died again in front of me. It made me jump to another time. Where soulless eyes were looking at me, Pascha's bloodied hand held a gun. Wiping it with a napkin and chuckling sarcastically with a face full of pride at having taken an innocent life.