Pee Desperation Novels & Stories

We left Derek to sort out their belongings. In the restroom, Angel confided in me, "Cassie, I’m embarrassed to ask this, but I trust you more than anyone else. My brother, Dax, has anxiety and depression. During the day, he appears normal, but at night he suffers from vivid thoughts and panic attacks. I’m worried about him. He’ll be alone if I’m not there." Her concern deeply affected me. "I’m sorry to hear that," I said, offering her a comforting smile.

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

Am waiting for the right time to show you , your right class, Being toleratant with her cusses he blurted out. Am also patient and l promise you that you will regret the reason why you made your decision without thinking , she reached out and whispered in his ear. I have a good reason why l made that decision, he whispered back with a smirk on his face. What is....it ? , At that she stuttered walking backwards probably a bit frightened.

Or the damn net. “Shit,” I mutter, pivoting on my heel. Kline is waiting. Arms crossed. Judgy. Smug. Chain-smoking like he’s trying to speedrun lung damage. “You forget how to fish overnight?” he asks. “No,” I snap, “I forgot how to exist under duress.” “Ah. Heat duress.” He gestures vaguely toward my face. “You’re leaking.” “I’m sweating.” He grunts. “That’s not sweat, sweetheart. That’s desperation.”

He carried on pumping and pumping to chase after his climax which had been drawing to a close. “Can that shit Sumico give you this kind of satisfaction, pleasure as well as intoxication?” sighed Wenny Kammal within her breathless and exhausted condition. “Don’t talk about her anymore then! What a shit and rubbish woman! She never even lets me touch her all these times with her excuse to wait until the first night of our marriage! Shit! What a lousy woman she is!” groaned and moaned Pete Jupiter continuously, together with his continuously shaking body.

“You’re delusional, you know that? At best, Kimber is really applying herself to learning all about ménage so she can live it with someone else. At worst, she’s just horny. But you’ve got to get rid of this idea that there’s some perfect woman out there who wants to play house with us until death do us part.” “She’s out there.” He sounded confident. “But that somewhere may be miles away or just down the hall. We don’t know yet.” Deke shook his head, poured himself a cup of coffee, and counted to ten. Which did absolutely no good. The frustration still boiled up inside him, rising, drowning good sense and restraint.

I murmur my breath this time because shouting the previous times didn't make any difference to the conversation. Dad's business was on the verge of collapsing and senator Campbell has offered to help him with his loans if he can have me in exchange. Any decent father would have rejected the over but not mine. Benson Powers is a misogynist. According to him, women are born to serve and must do what they are asked of.

The smell of bacteria breaking down sweat on their body individually was purgent but worse was the ammonia smell of dehydrated urine they had to pass out on their positions to ease the pressure on their bladder. The dry patches of blood stains on the floor worsen Jasmine's anxiety as her panic attack surfaced. Faint images of her Father dropping her at their secret shelter house stuck in her head. "You're representing our family amongst them. Everything would be over soon Princess Ann." Her Father had assured her. She begin to flinch and her best friend who was injured on her knee beside her knew what was about to happen. "Jasmine!" Her ebony-skinned best friend cried out. She had cornrows o

However, if someone were to mention it, probably no one would believe it. Because over the years, Lucas had built a reputation as a devoted husband. Everyone watched as he stumbled along the path I had paved, finally gaining the confidence to stand by my side. Everyone knew that in this relationship, he was humble and pitiful, struggling as if stuck in the mud. A vast and endless struggle with no visible end. Just like the desperate young man he had been in the beginning. Standing on a crowded street, it seemed like he was drifting away from the rest of the world.

Isaac pov A luxurious room at Hotel Ramada. Seeing me and a girl's clothes spread here and there in the room, I rubbed my face. Last night was awesome. That girl was quite wild on the bed. It was five past nine when I looked up. I am surely getting late for departure. I found my phone on the coffee table. I took my wallet from my scattered clothes. My night partner is still sleeping. I take a proper bath to wash off her smell. My Beta Liam said it was not good for my reputation to have other females' smell on me because I am still searching for my so-called destined mate. Rubbish. They were the ones who sent me bunches of sultry girls to control. They even conspired so that they could find a