Pee Desperation Novels & Stories

“Please, don’t marry him. I love you. How am I supposed to live without you?” Williams’s voice broke as he pleaded, desperation seeping into every word. Slowly, deliberately, Elodie slid the engagement ring off her finger. Without hesitation, she hurled it at him, the sharp metallic sound of it hitting the ground cutting through the air like a knife. “Get lost, Williams,” she spat, her tone icy. “I never want to see your face again.” Williams stared down at the ring, the very one he had chosen with so much love and care, now lying discarded like it meant nothing. Without another word, he turned and walked away, his steps heavy. He didn’t look back, and with every step he took, the distance between them felt insurmountable. As his figure disappeared from view, Elodie stood frozen, her body trembling. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over, and she collapsed to her knees. The ring, still glinting faintly on the ground, caught her eye. With shaking hands, she reached for it and cradled it in her palm. Her sobs grew louder as she pressed the ring to her lips, her tears soaking into her skin. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible through the sobs. “I’m so sorry, Williams.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the struggle for dominance, Elodie Richards unknowingly becomes a pawn— an object of a cruel joke that shattered her once blissful life. Falling prey to an evil scheme, she let go of the one thing that mattered most in her life; Williams Storm. When the truth comes to light, will Elodie be able to right her wrongs and win back the heart she shattered into pieces, even when Williams' once–loving eyes are filled with nothing but contempt for her?

"I’ll marry you... but only if you save my mother," Melinda Jason whispered, her voice trembling with raw desperation as she stood before the intimidating billionaire Stanley Stewart. He looked at her with cold piercing eyes and replied, “Fine. But you’ll give me an heir. That’s the only reason I need a wife.” She ran to him with guts and reckless hope, signing the contract marriage that promised to save her dying mother. On their wedding night, however, Stanley tore away her virginity in the most humiliating way possible. “You’re nothing but a vessel,” he said coldly as he took her without emotion, leaving her shattered and bleeding on silk sheets. “Don’t expect love. This is a transaction!!” When Melinda discovered she was pregnant, she dared to hope again. “Maybe this baby will change everything,” she whispered to herself, gently touching her stomach. But fate delivered a brutal betrayal. She overheard Stanley speaking to his family: “She was only ever a breeding vessel. Once the child is born, we take him and dispose of her. She means nothing to me.” Heartbroken and furious, Melinda swore her child would never become a pawn in his dangerous mafia empire. She vanished without a trace, faking her death to protect her unborn baby. Six years later, the world knows her as Dr. Melinda Jason, a brilliant, untouchable neurosurgeon radiating power, beauty, and icy poise. Now the tables have turned. The man who once used her so cruelly is on his knees before her, his voice breaking as he begs, “Melinda… please. Give me a chance to make this right.” Will she destroy the billionaire who broke her… or finally do him to the fullest?

Story Summary: The Billionaire's Contract Wife Logline: When desperation forces a woman into a marriage contract with a ruthless billionaire, their business arrangement threatens to crumble under the weight of forbidden passion and a dangerous secret from his past. Synopsis: Facing financial ruin and her father's looming medical crisis, Elara Vance makes a devil's bargain with Kaelan Thorne—the formidable CEO whose business dealings inadvertently crushed her family. For twenty million dollars, she will become his devoted wife for one year, a beautiful facade to secure his most crucial business deal. The contract is clear: no emotional attachment, just cold, calculated performance. Moving into his sterile penthouse, Elara navigates a world of opulent deception. Publicly, they are the picture of perfect newlyweds, their manufactured chemistry dazzling the media. Privately, they engage in a tense battle of wills, their sharp exchanges crackling with suppressed heat. Elara begins seeing past Kaelan's icy exterior to the man haunted by the tragic death of his former fiancée, Genevieve—a shadow that looms over their every interaction. The line between pretense and reality shatters during a moment of undeniable passion. When Elara discovers she's pregnant, Kaelan's old wounds reopen. Consumed by past betrayal, he accuses her of trapping him, confirming his deepest fear that everyone is for sale. Months later, a corporate attack linked to the mystery of Genevieve threatens to destroy Kaelan's empire. It is Elara, armed with strength she never knew she possessed, who exposes the conspiracy and saves his company. Faced with losing her forever, a humbled Kaelan must confront his past and vulnerability. He finds her not with a new contract, but with a heartfelt confession, proving that their love was the only deal worth making. Tropes: Marriage of Convenience, Billionaire Romance, Broken Hero, Strong Heroine, Fake Relationship, Pregnancy, Hidden Past.

WARNING MATURE CONTENT!!! A devastated lady went to a bar to drink away her pains after she caught her fiance and her bestie on the bed. At that moment of her being drunk, she mistakenly took a tycoon CEO as a host to attend to her needs. Under the desperation to get away from her pains on what her fiance did to her. She had a hot night with the strange man under the influence of the she took. Just one night that change her life forever. What happens, when the stranger she thought to be a host want more than just a night with her. "I want him!"She squealed, pointing a well manicured finger to the god of a man. There were gasps in the room as everyone gawked at the woman who dared to point a finger at the stranger. She obviously didn't know who he was, other wise, she wouldn't have dared to alter the words that came out of her mouth. "I said, I want him!" She repeated even louder than before. "Madam, I think you should sit down and continue your drink. You're digging your own grave!" The waiter whispered. "Oh shut the up! I want him and I will get him!" She screamed again, ignoring the waiter's warning. Her loud voice finally got the attention of the mysterious man. He looked around him and noticed that the beautiful drunk woman was indeed pointing at him. "I said I want him! He is the host!" She was saying. A wicked smirk curled up the mysterious man's lips as he observed Aria. She would make a good meal for the night. "Go bring get me that woman." He whispered to one of his men.

Zara Storme was the ghost in the machine at Sterling Global. For three years, she wasn’t just Mark Sterling’s fiancée she was The Architect. The unseen force who patched his weaknesses, outplayed his rivals, and quietly engineered a billion-dollar empire while he collected the applause. Then, over an elegant dinner, Mark slid a severance check across the table instead of a ring. To him, Zara was indispensable but temporary. Brilliant, yes. Loyal, certainly. But she lacked the pedigree required for his permanent throne. So he chose optics over love, trading her for a strategic merger and a well-bred socialite. Mark expected tears. Begging. A woman unraveling. What he didn’t know was that abandonment had trained Zara long before him. Her father had taught her the art of leaving without looking back. Fueled by a quiet rage, Zara committed one final act of treason which was leaking Mark’s most valuable upcoming deals to his greatest rival, Asher Vane. It was meant to be her clean exit. Then fate intervened. She was pregnant. Five years later, Zara returns to the city reborn as the formidable CEO of Lucent Capital. No longer the woman behind the throne, she is the throne. A venture-capital titan whose influence eclipses every man who once dismissed her. At her side is Luca her five-year-old masterpiece. Disciplined. Brilliant. And unmistakably the son of the man who walked away. When Mark Sterling’s empire begins to collapse under the weight of its own lies, desperation drives him to seek salvation from a firm powerful enough to save him. He comes to the boardroom expecting mercy. Instead, he finds Zara Storme seated at the head of the table untouchable, and finally holding his fate in her hands. This time, she’s here to watch it burn.

I always thought my husband, Ryder, was forced to marry me. For six months, he wouldn't touch me. I tried everything. I wore my sexiest lingerie. I guided his hands over my burning skin. I could feel how hard he was, completely out of control. But at the last second, he'd always push me away, gasping. He'd finish me with his fingers instead. My hope died. I decided to leave him. I was ready to accept a top dog trainer position in Europe. The night before I planned to hand him the divorce papers, I heard voices from his study. Ryder, talking to his best friends. "Ryder, you're dying for her, man. So why won't you touch her? Another man's going to snatch her up!" "But she's so fragile..." Ryder's deep voice was filled with pain. "You know... I'm a monster. If she sees what I really am... it will terrify her." His voice dropped to a raw whisper. "If she really needs... comfort... from another man... I can take it. As long as she comes home to me in the end." His friend growled. "Stop! Then maybe stop posting on that encrypted dark web forum, asking for help!" Monster? What did that mean? Late that night, I used his computer. I found a hidden forum called "The Den." A pinned post at the top. Thousands of replies. User ID: Midnight_Howler. One sentence. Dripping with desperation and frantic obsession: "I finally married the girl I've loved for years, but I'm terrified to touch her. How can I survive my rut without hurting her, without her discovering my secret?"

"That's too bad," he mumbles and I loudly gasp as I am thrown against the bed. He pins my arms down while he stands over me. "Unfortunately, I don't think that." He leans even closer and licks the side of my neck.  "I want to mark you," he says directly into my ear and I visibly shiver. "I want everyone to know you're mine." I gasp as I feel his teeth on the side of my neck. "You can imagine how angry I was when I saw someone touching what's mine. I wanted to rip his head off, I still want to." He pulls away from my neck and stares at my face. His eyes scan it, lingering for a few seconds on my lips before he returns his gaze to my eyes. "You see why I can't act like things are back to normal because I don't want them to be. You know exactly what I want and unfortunately, I can't settle for anything less." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Years after her parents' deaths and things are finally looking up for Ashton. Her brother is the Alpha of the pack and her mate is the Head beta. Her brother's untimely death turns everything apart, she is rejected and chased from the pack. This leads her to Caspian who saves her from thugs who are trying to force her to join their pack. In a state of desperation, she joins his Rogue pack but a lot of things don't add up and even as she tries to keep a low profile, troubles won't stop seeking her out. Betrayed by her first love will she learn to trust and love again?

Freya Dalton walks into what she thinks is her engagement party and finds out her boyfriend of four years, Silas Ravencroft, is not proposing to her. He is announcing his engagement to another woman chosen by his family. When Freya drags him backstage for an explanation, Silas calmly tells her she does not fit the status of a future Luna beside him. His family wants a political match. He still “loves” her, he says, so he is willing to keep her as his mistress. He will continue paying her sick mother’s medical bills, keep her comfortable, and visit her in secret. All she has to do is accept and stay available. Freya spits in his face and walks out drunk, shattered, and furious. At the entrance, she throws herself at the first man she sees, asking him to take her away for the night. Unknown to her, that man is Raiden Ravencroft. Silas’s uncle. The real power behind the Ravencroft empire. The ruthless Alpha who makes board members shake and enemies disappear. Their drunken night should have been a mistake. Instead, it becomes the beginning of Freya’s downfall and her rise. The next morning, Freya runs before she can even learn his full truth, because the doctor just called that Silas cancelled the hospital payments keeping her mother alive. Desperation forces Freya to accept the first high-paying job she can get. As Raiden Ravencroft’s new secretary. Now Freya enters Raiden’s world with a plan: tempt him, get enough money to save her mother, then leave before she falls too deep. But Raiden already knows exactly who she is. And unlike his nephew, the Alpha uncle doesn’t intend to let her go so easily.

He shouldn’t have imagined her lying naked on his bed. She shouldn’t have imagined his devilishly handsome face between her legs. But it was too late. Kiara began noticing Ethan's washboard abs when he hopped out of the pool, dripping wet after swim practice. Ethan began gazing at Kiara’s golden skin in a bikini as a grown woman instead of the girl next door he grew up with. That kiss should have never happened. It was just one moment in a lifetime of moments, but they both felt its power. They knew the thrumming in their veins and desperation in their bodies might give them all they ever wanted or ruin everything if they followed it. Kiara and Ethan knew they should have never kissed. But it's too late to take that choice back, so they have a new one to make. Fall for each other and risk their friendship or try to forget one little kiss that might change everything. PREVIEW: “If you don’t want to kiss me then... let’s swim.” “Yeah, sure.” “Naked.” “What?” “I always wanted to try skinny dipping. And I really want to get out of these clothes.” “What if someone catches you... me, both?” “We will be in the pool, Ethan. And no one can see us from the living room.” I smirked when I said, “Unless you want to watch me while I swim, you can stay here.” His eyes darkened, and he looked away, probably thinking the same when I noticed red blush creeping up his neck and making his ears and cheeks flush. Cute. “Come on, Ethan. Don’t be a chicken...” “Fine.” His voice was rough when he said, “Remove that sweater first.”

The day I learned the truth about my husband, Duke Alistair, and his adopted sister, Liana, I left. I abandoned my title, my home, and returned to my father's palace. A year passed. Then came news of chaos in the duchy. The servant Alistair sent spoke with desperation, “Your Highness, the Duke and your son are lost to reason. If you don’t return, I fear they will burn everything to the ground.” I looked at the blood I'd coughed onto my handkerchief. I nodded. "Fine. I'll go back." The doctor had already given me my diagnosis. Consumption. I had only a month left to live. So I went back. And I played the part of the perfect duchess. I no longer demanded Alistair's loyalty. I even found him three new mistresses who looked just like Liana and sent them to his bed after he had sent her away for me. I no longer made Damian study the arts of statecraft and not forced him to master his courtly duties. Instead, I supported his ridiculous dream of joining the Expeditionary Force. I took the pain they gave me. I wrapped it in the "understanding" they always craved. And I served it back to them cold. But it drove Alistair mad. He threw out the mistresses. He crushed me in his arms. His kiss was a punishment. He bit my lip, drawing blood. "I sent Liana away! What more do you want from me? How can I earn your forgiveness?" Damian cried and clung to my arm. "I'll never call Aunt Liana 'gentle' or 'beautiful' again! Mother, please. Just stop." They didn't understand. I wasn't making a scene. I just wanted to live out my last month in peace. And then, I wanted to die.