Mi Desesperada Decision Novels & Stories

Was it because I was tempted to surrender? "No! No! You shouldn't give up! You have a greater purpose than me! You're bigger than this! Please, don't surrender!" Killan's desperate shout, now muffled by the thick chains binding him, jolted me awake. It was like a ray of sunlight piercing through the clouds, waking me from my own doubts. "Don't listen to the desperate call. Desperation leads us to wrong decisions, Idrish," Lady Montay retorted, her voice cold and calculated.

Mirabella turned back to meet her boss gaze fixed on her and for lots of reason she felt uncomfortable, she was still wondering why she had been called back until she heard him say something like a quote 'The hardest decisions of life, most times are the right decisions.' Mateo said to her but she got more confused as she herself could not read his facial expressions, he was saying something else but his expressions was saying another thing entirely.

“You don’t get it, do you Clara? This isn’t some petty scam or con job. You’re dealing with people who are done playing your games. They won’t stop until you’re buried so deep you’ll never see daylight again.” For just a fleeting instant, Clara's smile hesitated, flashing some vulnerability Dolores almost, almost missed. Then it was gone again, this time to the same confident smirk. "Perhaps," Clara said softly now, almost contemplative. "But desperate people always get underestimated, Dolores. Desperation makes you dangerous. It makes you resourceful."

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl

So, seeing her acting that way toward her made me conclude they were right about her. And maybe it was the reason I asked Desiree to come back. Because I finally realized how terrible life was with Adessa. But then, after she rejected me, I couldn’t help the pang of pain that hit my chest. Not the physical pain, but something within me. I couldn’t explain it. My doctor told me to take it slow and let everything sink in. He didn’t expect me to make decisions and start running the pack again in less than 24 hours, more so to pass judgment on my wife right away.

********* Spain-Madrid. “Do you think we should’ve left?” I asked as I kept a glaring state at the window. My eyes had to be fed by the wonderful wide life of the Spanish highways. I was totally lost and felt maybe I’d made a wrong decision. All along while we were still on the plane, my heart raced to a number of options and I never felt eased. I sighed and had a final sip from the glass of champagne. “Don, you made this up. We’re in this and you know the code of the mafia, there’s no backing down, not now, not ever.” He replied before picking his phone. It was a beep which we both heard.

“Whee… no wonder he doesn’t like me,” Dexie giggled, her voice soft and slurred. “He’s a beast… I’m human… different species… we can’t be together. Whee…” Her innocent smile twisted something in Marilyn’s chest. But before Marilyn could speak, Dexie grabbed her hand, her grip surprisingly tight. Her flushed face turned serious. “Marilyn,” she said, eyes glassy but focused. “I’ve made a decision. I’m done liking him. Nobody likes a bastard.”

Would you still think it was your fault? Remy sounded more and more hysterical as she went on. Soon, she was yelling out the second half of her words. Her arrogance aside, everything she said was true. Without my parents and Blake's tacit approval, my disappointment wouldn't have turned into despair and I wouldn't have chosen to leave this world. My mom's body shook, and she collapsed on the ground. She covered her face with her hands, unable to stop her tears anymore. When I saw this, I didn't feel happy at all. Since I no longer cared, their regrets didn't affect me in the slightest.

I said as I crossed my legs and tapped my fingers on the table anxiously, waiting for Reina to come back from her bathroom trip. “Alright then.” Desire said but I could see how disappointed she was. But she stood up and left. I waited for quite some time and almost thought that Reina had escaped me, but just when I was about to convince myself that she had really run away, I saw her walking towards me. “Oh! Did Desire leave already? She has such a charming personality. You have a cool cousin Ian.” She said and smiled widely whilst staring at me. “Are you aware of what you are doing to me?” I asked, looking extremely pissed.

"That's the most ridiculous thing you've said all day." The conversation dies there. A few moments later, he stands and straightens his jacket. Thank God, as he reaches the door, he pauses and glances back at me. "She'll agree." The certainty in his voice irritates me enough that I fold my arms across my chest. "You seem awfully confident for someone making decisions about a woman you've met exactly once." His smile returns slowly. "Because desperation always wins." The door closes behind him. I stare at it for several seconds before looking away. I want to believe he's wrong. I want to believe Camila Reyes walks away and never comes back.