روايات وقصص ضمن If You So Desire My Despair

I feel his desperation through the kiss, he desired me and I wasn't absolutely insane for thinking it. ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺

My no should be a soild no! Am not that freaking desperate for relief.... Liess... Am freaking desperate for him. The truth hits me like a punch to the gut, stealing my breath.His grip on the doorframe tightens. "I’ll beg on my hands and knees if I have to.” “Fine. Go ahead.” I release my grip on the door and take a step back. My mind already doing a little sing song reminding me that I would regret this but I didn't care... Regret was one thing but desire was another..

But she stood firm, drawing strength from her experiences, her relationships, and her unwavering determination. "I may face loss and heartache along the way," Rey said, her voice steady. "But I will never be truly broken as long as I hold on to love, hope, and the belief in myself." In that moment, Rey understood that embracing despair didn't mean succumbing to it. It meant acknowledging its presence and using it as a catalyst for growth and resilience. Despair would always be a part of her, but it would no longer define her. The alter ego, though momentarily silenced by Rey's resolve, quickly regained its composure. It shifted the atmosphere from despair to overwhelming doubt, its words see

A burning fire of despair. Still, I nodded my head. “Crystal.”

“I would’ve thrown them into the ocean.” “That feels expensive.” “Cheaper than the plastic surgery and bill for a new life I was planning on sending you earlier." Luca laughed again before his expression gentled slightly. “You know,” he said quietly, “I’ve never had to apologize like this before.” “That’s not surprising.” “No?” “You usually date women who think yachts count as personality.” He looked offended. “My yacht has an excellent personality.” “You named it Euphoria.” “It’s aspirational.” Sienna shook her head helplessly.

"Father," I whispered. I didn't try to cover myself. Instead, I let my knees fall further apart, a silent invitation that burned through my shame. ‘Maria," he rasped, his voice sounding like it had been dragged over gravel. "This... this is a sickness." "It's need," I countered, my voice stronger than I felt. I reached down, my fingers trailing over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. "You want it, don't you? That’s why you’re not letting me go.”

Noah and his company's drama had pushed my desire to oblivion. If the contract ends and I don't have anything to my name yet it'll definitely ruin me. So I'm gonna tell him I'm tired of showing up at LinCorp when I've got no work. And that he should purchase a building for me to start up my own thing. I'd call it “House of Scarlett”. I could view it in my mind already. Noah walked inside and shut the door behind him, his bag hanging from his thick shoulders “Good afternoon Scarlett” he said.

He called her name, over and over, his tiny voice raw with desperation. But the flames didn’t care.The fire danced along the walls, greedy and fast, licking up the wooden beams like they were nothing but paper. Another crash sounded from somewhere above. The ceiling groaned under the weight of its own destruction. The fire trucks arrived but it was too late. He was swooped in the arms by a large man. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to scream for them to save her but his throat was tight shut. He fought, but he was too weak, too disoriented. By the time the smoke had cleared, all that was left was the blackened remains of a home he once felt safe in. And her, he hoped that she had been

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.

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.