Desperation Novels & Stories

When I opened my eyes, things were just as usual. "No, please no." I whispered. I closed my eyes and tried again. I don't remember how long I did that, but I do remember that it was more than thrice. But at one period, time started flowing again. It wasn't an easy task, I must say, but it did teach me one thing. Desperation leads you towards doors you didn't know existed. So far, all that had happened to me were all because I was desperate. Desperate to meet Heathens, desperate to save them, desperate to even stay alive. Desperation was my power and the key to my job.

Melinda just stood by the monitors with a heavy expression as she watched the different areas of the mansion displayed on the screen. “Is he always like this?” Liya asked, not being able to bear the silence any longer. “Like what?” Melinda asked, her brows wrinkled. “Blocking people, acting like he can’t rely on anyone but himself,” Liya said in frustration. Melinda smirked. “In a world like his, trust is like a poison that kills you slowly. He is not used to depending on anyone but himself.” Liya wanted to question her further, to understand the man she was forced to marry, but before she could open her mouth, the screen of the monitors blinked and showed the front gates of the mansion.

He is still beside me, and yet feels like I’m sitting next to a precipice, legs dangling over the void, heartbeat thudding in time with the surf. I can still feel his tongue inside me. The warmth of it. The greed. The godlessness. There is no word for the sacredness of desperation. No way to describe the holiest kind of defilement. That which makes you feel not less than, but more. More woman. More animal. More me. I pull my knees to my chest to protect something fragile blooming in the pit of me. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s hope. Maybe it’s madness.

The kind of losses that make people move without thinking. A spoon goes missing from the tavern’s shelf and the woman washing dishes panics, turning the kitchen upside down as if the universe will collapse without proper silver. A child’s shoe vanishes mid-step and his mother drops to her knees in the road, sobbing, searching the dirt like grief is a kind of sight. Ordinary desperation. The world runs on it. Time expects me to run too. It expects me to react the way I used to: reach, pull, correct. It expects my body to betray my new grammar the moment something I care about is threatened.

"Mom, what did that ungrateful bastard say to you? She used a kindness as leverage, slandered Lily, and even declared in front of the cameras that she wanted to sever ties with us. It's a good thing that Lily taught her a lesson! That way, she'll stop causing trouble all the time!" Grandma's right hand, which was holding the phone, began to tremble. She frowned, unable to understand what on earth was happening. "Is this what you mean by Lily teaching Laura a lesson? Laura's right arm is fractured, and there's a hole in her head! If I hadn't rushed back after seeing the news about the fire, she might have died on the pavement!"

The visiting room at the Metropolitan Federal Detention Center was cold, stark, and smelled of industrial floor bleach and stale coffee. Behind the heavy pane of reinforced bulletproof glass, Victor Vance sat in a orange institution jumpsuit. The once-immaculate heir to Vance International was unrecognizable. His dark hair was unkempt, his eyes sunken and hollow, surrounded by dark purple rings of exhaustion and despair. His stubble was rough, and his hands shook as he picked up the gray plastic telephone receiver.

He had stubbles beneath his jaw like though he hadn't shaved for week and his eyes looked so dark with eyebags beneath it, he looked like he hadn't been sleeping throughout the night. "Are you sick?", that was the first question that popped out of Mrs Parker's mouth, "Ohhh sorry for asking this, it's not my business but you look so horrible. Pretty sorry for saying that also", she jabbed. "It's nothing, I know I have really been stressing myself out", he replied. "Don't defend yourself, come have a seat boy", she ordered, giving him a warm smile. Rashid still stood at that particular spot, he was really sorry for not coming on time and now that Mrs Parker had to act all nice to him was actua

"Wonderful." I retreated, and soon I took off my underwear too, leaving me completely naked. This girl will now regret conspiring against me. I climbed to bed, hastily covering her petite figure, careful not to crush her now. She smelled fresh and soft. "You will regret coming here, girl." Anahita's pov I am standing in a desert. all by myself and thirsty A devilish laugh was heard from far away. "You will regret..." I didn't hear anything beyond that : "Aidan, Natalia, somebody get me out of here."

“ 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.

“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