Mi Desesperada Decision Novels & Stories

The conflict between honor and despair was at its height. "Do I really have to do this?" I murmured to myself, looking for answers in the midst of my soul's confusion and indecision. I opened the door, which proved to be the most disastrous decision of my life.

Mercedes spat “That's where you're wrong Mercedes, You never knew me! you don't know me and you will never get to know me, you know why? cause you are always gonna have to choose between me and Adrian, and we both know who you will choose” Aracely spat as she turned away. END OF FLASH BACK

But both of them just shrugged like they were going to believe whatever she was saying. “You might just lose your job if you take too much time deciding though,” Damian put in, and Liya knew exactly what it meant. In her head, she had already made her decision. There was no way that she was going to take the risk of losing her job. If she went away from Damian at that point, there was no way she was going to come back again. She had to agree. And it didn’t even matter what it was going to take. She had to get the document.

I mumbled while staring at the floor. "Mr. Spencer," I heard Coop's panicked voice and his rushed footsteps. I looked at him with a confused expression, "What happened?" I asked, looking at his panicked expression and hurried walk. "Miss. Ellis..." he said stopping in front of me and breathing hard, "Miss. Ellis and April-" I cut him off while standing up and grabbing his collar, "What happened to them?" I asked in a panicked voice, "They meet with an accident," he said in one breath,

The realization hit me like a crashing wave, leaving me breathless and disoriented. To hear that she dismissed our connection and urged you to find someone else, someone deemed "better" than a Merfilk, shattered the foundation of trust I held dear. The storm within me, a tempest of hurt, heartbreak, and anger, threatened to consume me. But in that moment, my love, I made a choice. I chose to respect your wishes, for I would never want to force you into a life that brings you sorrow. It is my duty to honor your desires and the promise we made to each other. But please understand, Madissa, that my commitment to you remains unwavering.

in that broken, desperate way. Mercedes screaming her daughter's name. The whole thing. He played it back now, listening to Anya's voice, and something in his chest tightened because she sounded destroyed, sounded like she'd finally hit the limit of what a person could endure and keep functioning. Good. He wanted her broken. Wanted her so desperate and grief-stricken that when he finally gave her the choice—come to me or watch everyone else die—she wouldn't even hesitate. "Patrón?" Iñigo's voice came from the driver's seat. "Did you get what you needed?"

Narrator’s POV. As Desiree ran to the western territory, she hoped to the gods that he was going to show up. She was finally interested in a man and she also hoped that karma would not play harsh tricks on her by making her chase the guy for once in her life. Disappointment was etched on her face when she got there and he was no where to be seen, she could not even catch his scent at all, she had been stood up by a fucking guy! He was not going to show up and she knew it.

She decided not because she was dizzy, romantic, but because a smart woman was carefully placing her bet. She closed the laptop, the screen darkened, and finally she leaned back into the pillows. The battle against her own past, her own present, and ultimately, her fate were over, at least for now: Maddison had fought with her own past, stood strong in her own present, and made a final decision about her future. Just as her eyes had begun to close, the soft chime of the laptop. Her eyes flew open. An email. Already? Grant worked late, but a response in seconds wasn't possible.

Can I really say no when it could save them? Back in Dad’s room, Mom’s praying again, her voice a soft chant. I sit beside her, watching Dad sleep, his chest rising and falling unevenly. “Mama,” I say quietly, “if I do this, marry him, will it be enough? For Dad, for the restaurant?” Her eyes meet mine, glistening with hope and guilt. “It’s more than enough. It’s a future, you only sacrifice one year for all of us.” I swallow hard, my defiance crumbling. “I don’t even know him. He’s a stranger.”

“I’m calling with Mr. Hale’s final offer. Take the teaching position in Oregon. Leave Los Angeles. Begin again somewhere your past won’t follow you. This is the mercy option.” “And if I refuse?” “Then mercy ends and complete destruction begins. Your choice, Mr. Castellan. But choose quickly. This offer expires in forty-eight hours.” The line went dead. Derek looked around his empty house, at the life that had crumbled around him, and knew he had no real choice at all. Damien Hale had won. Seraphine was beyond his reach forever. All that remained was accepting defeat with whatever dignity he had left.