Desperation Novels & Stories

Angela rushed and opened the door of their hostel Derrick followed her he stood for a while thinking he realized that Angela was disappointed he want to make her happy. "What am I going to do to please her after making her disappointed?" He asked himself. He thought Sally and Nelly looked at him they were surprised when Derrick stood to think. "I think something is bothering Derrick," Nelly said. "Angela was disappointed that is why she rushed" Sally responded. Derrick rushed to the car park to ignite the car and sped to the highway Sally and Nelly realized that he was rushing to the city.

Her Mom assured her, but Neville didn’t like it and shook her head furiously in negative. “I know you don’t understand, Nev. But we need to do this as we shouldn’t stay with the person who doesn’t deserve us.” Her father said something to her. “Yes! If we stay with someone who doesn’t deserve us, then we will end up hurt more than we can bear. So, it is better to go away.” Her Mother uttered with an angry look at her father. For the next few hours everything settled and everything buzzed, but Neville still didn’t understand what is happening and where to go and to whom.

The smell of bacteria breaking down sweat on their body individually was purgent but worse was the ammonia smell of dehydrated urine they had to pass out on their positions to ease the pressure on their bladder. The dry patches of blood stains on the floor worsen Jasmine's anxiety as her panic attack surfaced. Faint images of her Father dropping her at their secret shelter house stuck in her head. "You're representing our family amongst them. Everything would be over soon Princess Ann." Her Father had assured her. She begin to flinch and her best friend who was injured on her knee beside her knew what was about to happen. "Jasmine!" Her ebony-skinned best friend cried out. She had cornrows o

“Nothing is more important than family, Ian. Nothing beats family.” I groaned inwardly. I was more than aware of the fact that the purpose of Desire’s whole act was for her to get enough talking time with me. Even with nearly ten years below me, she took pains to lecture me on whatever she sincerely felt I needed to know. And I could bet there was a lot I needed to know swimming about in her head, right now. “Are you set?” I asked, getting up. “Sure.” “Ian, who’s the lady?” She asked, immediately we stepped outside the house. “Desire, lets do the talking in the car.” I said, resignedly.

"It may sound like I'm complaining, but I'm not. On the contrary, I should be grateful because if it weren't for you, I would be living under a bridge or dead from..." Yes, I would already be dead. Desperation leads me to many things. To reach the limit of despair, to do the first thing that presents itself, to commit any madness in order to breathe without problems, to do things regardless of the consequences... Many things that one later regrets, but then realizes that it was the only way to breathe and see the reflection of light and not darkness itself.

A pang of frustration and embarrassment surged through me, adding to the already mounting stress of the situation. Could this day get any worse? I wondered, feeling as though I had reached my breaking point. It seemed like every moment held a new twist, further complicating an already challenging day. I longed for a reprieve, a chance to escape from the escalating tension and awkwardness that had enveloped our lunch.

The emptiness within me mirrored the emptiness of the space that surrounded me, a void that seemed to stretch infinitely. Desperation seeped into my veins, like a poison slowly consuming my spirit. I was adrift in a sea of unfulfilled longing, my heart yearning for a connection that remained stubbornly out of reach. With each passing day, my hopelessness grew, entwining itself within the fabric of my being until it became an inseparable part of me.

The walls seemed to be closing in on me. The weight of my despair had pressed down on me until I thought it might crush me altogether. The thought echoed in my mind: "He's not coming back for you. He's forgotten about you," Noah's words repeated, over and over again, like some cruel, taunting melody. I wanted to scream, to tear my hair out, to get away from the relentless torture of these thoughts. That sense of desperation was so huge, so choking, that it almost took away my breath.

[Apple] Despair is deeper than sadness--it is the feeling of no longer having hope. As I sob on the cold, hard ground, my body seizes with loss. What will I do without Sylvester? Is this little spark of life all that remains of my mate and our love? Will I end up like my mother, alone with a child, still in love with my mate but unable to be with him, mourning him for the rest of my life until I die of depression?

My entire body felt like it was vibrating, my legs went numb, and for a second I couldn’t even feel the ground beneath my feet. What do I do? What do I choose? What if every choice was wrong? I closed my eyes and buried my face in my arms, and the darkness only made the panic louder, clearer, sharper. My breaths came out in tiny gasps. My mind kept whispering the same horrible question: What if this is how it ends for us? What if there’s no escape this time? The thought alone was enough to snap something inside me. Desperation — the kind that comes from years of surviving instead of living — pushed me upright. My hand shot toward the mouse before fear could st