Helpless Novels & Stories

The fear that gripped him seized his breathing, making him grasp for air and later fainted out of helplessness. . That was years ago, as far as Lex could remember that was the only time he felt this unfathomable helplessness. But now, years later, standing before this man who claims to be a god, he felt a similar helplessness. This helplessness was greater than the one he had once felt. His hands trembled and he was weak at knee. Confusion, fear, the inability to control the situation. .

For them, the time passed rather slowly and all they could do was be helpless. Yes, they felt helpless for the first time ever in their life. Never ever they felt such kind of helplessness which they are feeling at the moment currently. To watch their mate unconscious on the bed with all burised back made them feel helpless. They wanted to take away her pain, to make things good for her but they weren't able to do anything. Their mate got whipped in their own mansion, in their own pack and they couldn't do anything.

It was unbearable, “C’mon Blaine, you said you would help me. Help me!” “I don’t think this is anything I can do, Lacy. My hands are tied” My heart sunk into my stomach, “What?” the hand clutching my phone began to tremble. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and ran down it. This could not be happening, this feeling of helplessness that I fought to overcome all these years was gripping me and almost paralyzing me. All my degrees, all my achievements, I was completely helpless and dead in the water without Blaine right now.

Nobody. Time is up. The party has just get started and hazel got up. "It's time now, let's go. If we keep them waiting for us he's going to scold us again." Kenneth felt bitterness and helpless when he saw his daughter who was trembling slightly. He dared not to look at his wife's furious face. She was so helpless, that she couldn't do anything for her daughters sake. All she could do is to hope that the man they found was really reliable and good man.

Her gaze was clouded with tears yet she decided to try for once again and started stepping back, dragging herself away from them, while scratching her ass in the sand. ------------- "Helplessness is such a rotten feeling. There's nothing you can do about it. Being helpless is like being paralysed. It's sickness. The cure calls for a Monumental effort to stand up and Start walking somewhere, anywhere. But that takes some doing."" --Unknown.

“My son might be weak but I am not” I felt a deep sense of helplessness wash over me, like a drowning swimmer caught in a relentless current, struggling to stay afloat amidst the tumultuous waves of her scorn. I had never asked for this life, never sought out the complexities and heartaches that now threatened to engulf me in their unforgiving embrace.

“Come one, I really need you.” Once again, I get no answer, which just frustrates me more. I’m confused and scared, and for some weird reason, I feel like crying. I feel like a failure. Like I failed someone or some people. My heart feels heavy with feelings I can’t describe. I was okay yesterday. Sure, I was stressed and worn out, but that was the extent of it. I didn’t feel like my heart was weighed down like it was right now. The feeling of helplessness and hopelessness engulfs me. Washing over me. Drowning me in its tight and unwanted embrace.

"I'm sorry sir. I can't even begin to comprehend how you're feeling right now. Is there someone you want me to call? Your brother perhaps?" "Actually, that would be great." I reply staring at the ground. I felt absolutely helpless. Both Haley's and my daughter's lives were in jeopardy and there was nothing I could do. I so badly wanted to help them, but I knew there was nothing I could do. This by far had to be one of the worst feelings in my life. A few minutes later, I see Zach running down the hallway towards me. I stand up as he approaches me. He pulls me into a giant bear hug, and I feel myself collapse. Zach holds me in a firm embrace.

Part of me wants to slam my fist into his face for the disrespect. The other part wants to grab his shoulders and beg him to tell me what the fuck I’m supposed to do. How am I supposed to just turn this off? How do I get my girl back? “God, what do I do?” The words push themselves out of my mouth and I hate how desperate I sound. I drag my hands through my hair, my nails scraping my scalp hard enough to cut. I feel fucking helpless, like I’m drowning and there’s no surface. I’m trying to blink back the hot pressure building behind my eyes.

There were two famous deadweights in Kingsgate's high society. One was me, Millie Tanner, the pampered little princess whose only talents were shopping and throwing parties. The other was my childhood friend, Iver Langford, the fragile young heir born with autism and congenital heart failure. However, my older brother was the most feared name in the underworld, and my second brother was the richest man in the country. Iver's older sister was the undefeated queen of the courtroom, and his second sister was a surgeon whose hands could bring back the dead. One day, the four of them were chatting over a game of poker. "Raising one hopeless case takes the same effort as two. Might as well pair