Desperation In Death Novels & Stories

Some even directly ordered him to be sentenced to death. The door at the far end of the room was pulled violently from the inside. A tall man with a body that is not too bulky, came out of the room in a condition that could not be said to be fine. His slender body and sunken eyeballs gave off a terrifying gloom, like he was one of the unhappy male characters in a horror movie. Richmond, who was right next to Hazel, immediately gave a friendly greeting to Charless Roger who looked irritated while hissing curses that were not pleasant to hear.

I plant my feet, grit my teeth, and try to summon whatever it is he’s looking for. Nothing happens. I hit the ground again, harder this time. My frustration boils over. "Damn it!" "Anger is good," he says calmly. "But you need more." I glare up at him. "Like what?" His gaze softens—just slightly. "Desperation." A chill runs through me. "Think about it," he continues, voice lower now, almost gentle. "What happened that night in your apartment? You thought you were going to die. You had no other option. That’s when it happened."

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.

“Please...I need your help. Please…” I lay in the dirt, bleeding into the leaves as I feel my body become heavy, despair filling me as I realize this just might be the end. I’ll die in a dream forest and die in real life. After all, they say if you die in a dream, you do die in real life. Even with that thought, I couldn’t seem to find the adrenaline to get me moving, to try and save myself. How pathetic of me, crying out for a male to save me. Some Alpha I am. A chilling howl sounded in the distance, the tone making my already sensitive skin shiver with goosebumps. The sound was full of sorrow and rage, a howl to convey utter despair.

After running for such a long time, Dan loses his breath while Des was still unconscious. He arrived at the edge of the cliff. He has nowhere to go nor hide. Dan felt hopeless at that moment. Could it be the end of their lives? He knelt down to the ground and waited until the Nepenthes finds them. Dan couldn’t stop himself but to cry. He sobbed so hard that made Des awake. “I told you, you cannot afford to be weak, how can you save me?”, Des whispered. Des wiped the tears in his eyes and said, “you are more than who you think you are”, after saying that she collapsed again.

But all that poured from him was blood—hot and thick—each failed attempt carving deeper into my soul until the world around us faded, and all I could see was the darkness threatening to consume him. “Come on! Wake up, wake the fuck up!” I screamed, my voice cracking as desperation clawed at my throat. I pressed down harder, my fingers digging into his chest, my tears mingling with the blood that soaked my hands. The weight of realization crashed over me like a tidal wave—I had lost him. My first death, as they called it, and the deadness inside me felt insurmountable. Long after I’d declared him gone, I kept my hands there, longing for a sign, anything that could pull him back from the abyss

But she stood firm, drawing strength from her experiences, her relationships, and her unwavering determination. "I may face loss and heartache along the way," Rey said, her voice steady. "But I will never be truly broken as long as I hold on to love, hope, and the belief in myself." In that moment, Rey understood that embracing despair didn't mean succumbing to it. It meant acknowledging its presence and using it as a catalyst for growth and resilience. Despair would always be a part of her, but it would no longer define her. The alter ego, though momentarily silenced by Rey's resolve, quickly regained its composure. It shifted the atmosphere from despair to overwhelming doubt, its words see

Lesley screamed and writhed in pain as she lay on the dirty and muddy ground. "We witnessed how depressed Avery became when she heard about you and Sir Kieran. She cried almost every night! Do you know how much it hurt for us, who regarded her as our family?!" Gracy shouted, kicking her leg. "That's why you should just disappear!" Ella added. Gracy stomped on her head and then smiled like a mad woman. "Desperationis. That's what my power is called, which means despair. Because for the next few days, you will slowly be swallowed up by depression. You will think of nothing but negative things. You will cry every day. You will lose your appetite for everything until you can't bear the extreme s

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.

Unmoving doesn't mean dead. But it's silent inside, an emptiness that screams. Why does it hurt so much I feel like I'm dying inside? Desperation claws at my chest, my thoughts in utter chaos. "Sin," I sob, fingers brushing the ground as if they could reach him. Alaric's grip pulls me back, lifting me effortlessly. "Clean up the mess." A final order from Alaric that has me losing my mind and going hysterical, fighting against him to make it back to Sin. He's not dead!