Desperation Novels & Stories

Matheo muttered with dismay. "Chances are you’ll live," Zander said in a perfect Scottish accent, still typing on his laptop. Unfortunately. He could tell his compliance startled him because the great old cow cleared his throat, walked over to the seat in front of him, and collapsed into it like he’d been holding his breath for the past year. Which was pretty much what they’d all done since their family died. "We’re having an identity problem that causes ad space to tank." Matheo slapped the oak desk between them.

Jessica shivered, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt, feeling the chill seeping into her bones. The quilt seemed to be covered in a thin layer of frost, making everything feel icy cold. Jessica's head throbbed, her thoughts slowing down, as if everything was becoming unclear, with brief moments of blankness in her mind. It was terrifying, like drowning in the sea without being able to grab onto anything. This feeling was called despair. In the darkness, tears fell. From some movie, she remembered hearing a line, "Fragile people like darkness because it conceals all vulnerabilities and helplessness. Even if you cry, darkness can hide it for you."

this helplessness, let a person despair incomparable! Can not help but, some disillusioned ...... since how to struggle are useless words ...... a speechless despair, floated to the heart, gradually run to the limbs and bones! Closed her eyes, her clenched hand, despair loosened. Her line of sight, re-falls on Wei Sisan's face, said clearly in one word: "Ms. Wei, are you sure, this time, if I do as you say, you'll give me all the backups and promise not to bother revealing them?"

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?"

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.

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.

But the seconds marched on, indifferent to my pain. As the clock ticked closer to zero, I felt the weight of despair settle over me. I could feel it, see it in my mind—the image of the wolves trapped, helpless, waiting for the mercy that might never come. The thought of them lying there, suffering, stripped of their strength, made me sick to my stomach. My hands clenched into fists, my breaths coming quicker and shallower. I wanted to scream, to break something, to do anything to shake this awful sense of powerlessness, I needed to do something and fast. But what could I do? There was nothing left.

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.

He scared me beyond what I could handle right now, and I couldn't handle very much. With every second that went by I felt myself dropping further and further into despair. Realization was setting in on me like the burn on my arm. I was powerless, weak, and there was nothing I could do about it. The longer I stayed here, the more desperate I felt. I tried desperately to search for some glimmer of hope within me, some spark of light, but to no avail. I had tried to stay strong and get my family back together and look at what it got me, trapped in a place where my ex mate rule and possible death in a near future on the verge of death.

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.