Desperation Novels & Stories

But the feeling in my chest won’t leave me alone. I finally understand what it is. The ache that never fades. The fear sitting deep in my bones whenever I imagine trying to reach for him and him letting me go. Desperation. I’m desperate. Hopelessly, completely desperate, and I don’t know what to do with it. The feeling isn’t new. I’ve known it for most of my life. Desperation to survive when I realised my mother was gone and that man in the leather jacket would come for me next. Desperation to be loved by Victor and Elara, even while they slowly broke my heart. Desperation

My hand froze halfway there. The realization struck immediately. There was no second person to make juice for. No little boy waiting at the table. No one asking for extra cookies before dinner. No Kai. The cup slipped from my fingers and clattered back onto the counter. I squeezed my eyes shut. "No." The word came out weak. Broken. I pressed my palms against the countertop and lowered my head. "No." The second time sounded worse. Because it wasn't denial anymore. It was desperation. A plea.

She didn't felt like eating anything; she only wanted to see her man and be with him. "No, she didn't eat anything. Bring something for her",, Jennifer said. "Brother, I am really not hungry. I don't want - "Purple said, but Mark cut her off, "purple, you have to eat something. How you think Vance will feel when he wakes up and finds you all pale and weak? Wouldn't he be guilty? " "I am not hungry. I don't feel like eating anything..." Everybody sighed. "Okay, you don't want to eat. Then fine.... don't eat! When Boss Vance wakes up, we will tell him that his pregnant wife starved herself worrying about his health. Then let him feel guilty and sad. Right James?"

However, my knees became numb, making me fall back on the bed again. The weakness became apparent in my moves. Alex swiftly responded by placing his hands on my back, ensuring no harm to my body. "You look pale and sick. What did happen to you?" Alex inquired eagerly. I stared into Alex's eyes, sighing. I had to tell him. I required his help. Only he could help me to run away from this pack. Alex still cared for me. I sensed a tiny light of hope. I determined to give it a try. "Pregnancy happened," I answered, sighing exhaustedly.

"Aauuu! Aauuu!" I could not comprehend what the hell was even happening. I had only one objective in my mind - to get out of there in one piece, along with my friends. But how would I do that? These men were in great numbers and I was alone. Moreover, my friends were not conscious. It would be impossible for me to carry them back singlehandedly. "Damn it." I had to find a way. I did not know why they had brought us here. What were their intentions with us? I considered the worst-case scenario, and I peed my pants. "Would we be eaten?"

He waved a hand, “You know–insomnia, depression or eating disorders with or without having a mark. Sometimes, they turn to become fixated with one thing or the other to cope like alcohol, drugs… worst case scenario is either suicide or a slow, descent to madness.” Her brows furrowed. “Now do tell me, Winters,” Alastor forced himself to meet her gaze with a glare of his own, “…why do you want to know?” . . . “It’s a paradox of progress: the better things get the more anxious and desperate we all seem to feel.” –Mark Manson . . . Winters clenched her jaw, “I was just thinking,” she finally grounded out. “…of what might happen to you when I leave.”

But she never expected that the discontent had developed into resentment and hatred. "Well, if I disappoint you, I'm sorry. I just do my job according to procedure. We can discuss this matter with a cool head. Please stop all this terror," said Hazel worriedly, staring at the blade that was starting to move. She thought the crazy guy was going to throw a knife at her. And she was about to run towards the door for help because she couldn't face the crazy guy alone. She needs Calvin! "Tch, your sorry word can't bring my family back. My daughter is gone forever."

A pure heart, traveling in the direction of the light. In between bites of his steak, Dr. Black muttered something to himself "And that is all there is to it. Despair is the polar opposite of hope. It's a chaotic and complex. As a result of not knowing where you'll finish up, despair consumes everything else, including love, hate, and all other emotions. Even you will not be able to anticipate when you will be in despair. Only the unpredictability of despair may rescue you from a bleak outlook on the future." He then nibbled on a piece of the flesh. He gently chewed the meat before swallowing it. Dr. Black then flashed another smile. "That's why I love watching individuals in a state of mis

With that, I got out of his car and walked inside my apartment. I unlocked the door to my apartment and entered inside, closing the door. I went straight to my room, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. I took a quick shower, but even the warm water couldn't wash away the despair that clung to me. I crawled into bed, and fell asleep. ……

The weight of his betrayal and the degradation heaped upon me threatened to drown me in a sea of despair. As I sink to the ground, the desolation around me mirrors the desolation within. The cold, unforgiving earth beneath me seems to absorb my pain, offering no solace in return. I sit there, a broken figure in a desolate landscape, my sobs echoing in the emptiness.