If You So Desire My Despair Novels & Stories

In the chaos of my thoughts, I found solace in the sanctuary of his arms. -Unknown. |Z Y R A| As I contemplate the deadly shadow of lung cancer that looms over my best friend, I find myself on the precipice of despair. The weight of disappointment in myself bears down like a heavy shroud, threatening to smother my icy, stoic demeanor.

't, I was so weak, and I hate this weakness that I had at the time, and I hate myself because my heart was beating for you one day. You destroy me and the people who belong to me again and you don't feel any remorse. Quite the opposite. I'm happy with what you're doing and happy because you want to see me suffer. But forget the ex-Diana of despair, I'm no longer that weak, stupid girl that you can destroy and do anything you want with her No me I became someone else I was born again as they say I became worse and I will destroy you as you did to me before believe me so let me go from here instead of doing something you will regret because if I get angry I will not have mercy on you alone but

‘But a being of all highness would never forgive me, a lowly creature. ‘Regretting is no use.’’ He is in a total desperation to end the curse that was inflicted to him. A lot of his time were spent on crying instead of reading. He can’t barely finish a whole sentence because thoughts of despair are making it harder for him to grasp words. But then he stopped to decide into something. ‘’I wonder what lies here after life.’’ ‘’ I don’t know if I will be able to reach my own demise by jumping down this cliff, but I don’t feel bad about doing it.’’

I don't want you to take it off, I need you to tear it apart, rip it off your skin, do it like the whore you are, you want hard pleasure right, down to work, immediately, Strip! AUTHORESS JANE ✍️

She was looking world’s most beautiful girl. Her peach pink was sexy yet simple and elegant. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I wanted to squeeze her and kiss her each and part of body. I couldn’t concentrate on any of my classes. All I could think was her. Slowly I can feel like losing myself. I end up gazing her all the time instead of taking. Wherever she was going I was behind her- in café, outside the class, in the parking lot. It was tenth day of this. Her smile was working has a dagger over my heart. Every time I see her I couldn’t control myself fantasising about her. But I know she can never be mine.

James pulled back and asked and just like flash, Joyce jumped and rushed to the pot to turn off the electric cooker. "Fuck you, James. You got me carried away. Gosh! Half of it is burnt. I hate you, James. How could you distract me like that? It was not fair. You are so cruel. How could you? Damn! This is the last spaghetti you have at home and it's still damn pouring heavily outside to get another one. James, you–,"she was ranting on with speed as if she had a hot plantain inside her mouth.

"You dare psychoanalyze me?" "I dare to see you. Really see you. Not as an enemy or an obstacle, but as a being in pain who has forgotten there are other ways to exist." "There are no other ways for me! I am Despair! It is my nature, my essence, my entire reason for being!" "Is it? Or is that just what you have been telling yourself for so long that you forgot to question it?" The purple sky above us began to darken as Despair's agitation grew. The singing trees twisted in impossible directions, their branches reaching toward us like grasping hands.

~Kiva I stare down at the folded piece of paper on my vanity, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. How exactly this got here, I don’t even want to know. I suspect I know who wrote it, as I carefully pick it up, laying it flat to examine the hurried print. I need to see you, Kiva. I’ve been a terrible disappointment to you. The last thing I desire is to kill you, or to hurt you. I need you to trust me.

I am desperate. Desperate for a job Desperate for a life Desperate to be put out of my misery Desperate to bathe in the feeling and comfort of not having to wake up to any duties or responsibilities. I chuckled bitterly as I ran my hand through my hair as I briskly walked out of the café. If I wasn't in such a bad mood, before leaving the café, I should have yelled.. "You people wouldn't know true beauty even if it hit you in the face, learn to appreciate it"

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•| "It's just a fleeting obsession." Get out of my head. "I am not into you as much as you are into me." Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Head. "I can't see you anymore, Desirée." No, I don't want to hear it anymore. "We are a lost cause." No! "Des? Des?" the voice sounded so far away, almost familiar and I tried to hold on to it as an anchor that could keep me grounded in this reality, away from the sinister voices that thrashed around in my head in demeaning tones.