Mi Desesperada Decision Novels & Stories

Every day felt like a silent waiting game, a test of patience that I was slowly losing. This evening, though, something inside me snapped. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to know, even if it meant making a mistake. Desperation drove me to do what I had always avoided—I went to Madam Melania. I knew it was risky, that she was the last person I should approach, but my heart couldn’t stand the uncertainty any longer.

He repeated and this time the finality in his voice was absolute. Something inside my chest sank and I understood the meaning immediately. There was no more space to push. No more chances to argue. I placed the tablet back onto the table and walked toward the door but just before stepping out, I stopped. I turned once more. Morningstar was watching me. And for the first time since I had met him, I let the desperation show. Not anger. Not defiance. Just one final attempt to make him understand this was crazy. Then I walked out. **

He pried her fingers away from him and stated plainly, “She has been with me for many years. Even a dog is still worthy enough of emotional attachment.” Clarice stumbled backward. Her makeup was smudged with tears. "You'll regret this…” The black Maybach sped away. Clarice's figure began to shrink in the rearview mirror until it vanished into the nighttime horizon. Arthur rolled down the car window to let the cold wind rush in, and yet, it was not enough to tune out the chaotic voices in his head. He received a few more texts from his assistant. “Mr. Renault, we found out that Miss Buccaneer contacted a company specializing in cultural activities in a neighboring city. They refused to disclo

Chapter 7 I like to think of myself as a very rational woman. Fuck! Who am I kidding? I'm the kind of person therapists makes millions from. In less than twenty-four hours, I had made a string of bad decisions that were more than enough to qualify me for my own reality show. And now, I was standing right in the middle, the consequences staring at me in the form of two really hot men. At least I've got good taste in men. Jesus, Daisy. Focus!

Choices. Each other. “…there has to be something else,” I whisper. “…there isn’t.” The screen flashes violently. Numbers spiking. Dropping. Spiking again. “…instability increasing…” “…decision required NOW…” My chest feels like it’s collapsing. “…Leon…” “…we don’t have time.” “…I know.” “…so we choose.” Silence. Heavy. Final. Because whatever we say next— can’t be taken back. “…I choose us,” I whisper.

Dear Carlos, If you were reading this, I might be gone with Duke. He really doesn't want to let me go. He is hurting me if you will not ask. I don't know when you will came for me that's why I am writing this. Please, save me here I know it's stupid that I didn't listen to you. Duke is going to bring me in London and I don't know if we are really going to migrate there. This is all of a sudden and I don't know what is really happening. One more thing, something weird is happening to me. I'll tell you as we met again. I miss you. –Christmas

I get why she's doing this but for her to carry that guilt and drown in sorrow after she aborts it will affect her and everything she's worked for will collapse. "I'm just concerned if she thinks she's making the right decision. It doesn't matter if people support her or not, what matters is that will this make her happy?" "My sister has been through so much, she might act tough but she's a very vulnerable person." I added. "I just hope she takes her time and doesn't rush into it because I know she will regret it later." "Any decision we make in anger, we will regret it later." I said. Oscar sighed. "I hope your sister will make the right decision."

She stared out of the cab window, as if searching for solace in the city's beautiful view, hoping to find some semblance of comfort in the midst of this heart-wrenching tragedy. In the solitude of the cab, regret gnawed at Marisa's soul. She couldn't shake the painful realization that meeting Alejandro was the catalyst for this devastating chain of events. The decision to engage in the hook-up business, a desperate attempt to secure funds for her son's surgery, now felt like a pact with the devil.

I was wasting my time and that when the time comes, you will never choose me; you will only do what your father wants and knowing your father disliked me, I knew I had no hope. Yet I could not bring myself to be with someone else. That one time was a mistake that I regret every day. If you noticed, I stopped drinking after that. I came to the Moon mansion to fight for you, to help you remember us, but instead, I met a wall, and you humiliated me beyond repair by shunning me and setting your wife to relate with me. You never uttered a kind word to me and were quick to humiliate me in her presence. You tried so hard to prove to her I meant nothing to you. You never checked on me for the few d

He felt weak and would definitely appear weak to everybody around him. “It doesn’t matter what you think Callie. I didn’t tell you that so you could say it back… I said it so you know how dire your situation is. See… You should be very worried baby… Very worried… Me falling in love with you means you are pretty much fucked. Do you get that? I have you here… Right here away from the world. I have you here alone… Nobody is going to come to your rescue. I have that much power that you will never be found. Ever…”