Pee Desperation Novels & Stories

Every single time, Jack left immediately, leaving me high, dry, and most importantly, still extremely hungry. And so, I went to see her in private, handing her some money and asking her if she could choose to call Jack at another time. The moment that proposition left my mouth, she acted as if she'd been humiliated in the worst way humanly possible, gritting her teeth and crushing the bank notes I gave her under her foot. "Don't worry, Miss Vesper, I have absolutely no interest in your boyfriend. I wouldn't look twice at that kind of man, so high and mighty, and I'd already rejected him more than ten times before you two even met.

Chapter One: The Debt's Shadow The late afternoon sun slants through the cracked window of the Lee family Kitchen, painting golden streaks across the chipped linoleum counter. I’m scrubbing at work so hard my knuckles ache, sweat beading on my forehead despite the October chill creeping through the walls. My apron, stained with soy sauce and grease, clings to me like a second skin. At least it was empty here for a while as I had the opportunity to clean around. The restaurant, my parents’ dream, a tiny Southeast Asian haven in Brooklyn’s quiet corner where it smelled of lemongrass and despair. The lunch rush was a pathetic trio of customers, and now it’s just me, the hum of a dying fridge, a

After a year of grueling work, I still didn’t earn enough to buy a pair of shoes for someone else. One day, my dormmates joked that given my looks, it would be easier for me to find a wealthy woman to support me and that I may “hit the jackpot” if I tried. I felt ashamed and hid under the blanket as they laughed. But their words lingered in my mind, and I began to entertain the idea. I started exploring various websites to connect with wealthy, older women. I thought that God would look kindly upon me and that I could climb out of poverty and into a better life through these relationships.

“Stay down!” The man collapsed to his knees, choking on his own breath. He tried to speak, but only blood spilled from his lips. Isabella dropped beside him, her hands shaking. “No, no, no—stay with me!” He clutched her wrist, his fingers slick with blood. He tried to speak again, his voice barely above a whisper. Isabella leaned in close, desperation clawing at her throat. “Who? Who has the contract?” With his last breath, he forced out a single word.

Tragedy Romance | Dubcon | Grief | Power Imbalance | Explicit Trigger Warnings: Dubious consent, grief-based emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, rough handling, dominance/submission themes. . . . The rain was biblical...sheets of it blurring the mountain road, drowning the headlights. She should’ve stayed home. But Vesper Wynne didn’t know how to sit still anymore. Not since her sister died. She wasn’t watching the curves as she should’ve been, and by the time the second turn came, it was too late.

Wolves believed that awakening of the mystic spring would kill the darkness and bring back the souls and reigns by lightening the world. "Pain and tears, will bring the fire, Awaken the soul of the spring, Killing the lier." I recited the verse in my mind. Mom couldn't finish her breakfast that day as well. She started to feel unwell so I helped her to lay down. "Hey, dumpling," dad called me in a low voice, "wanna come here for a bit? " he asked. We sat on the sofa. It was that moment. I knew that dad loved her so much and he used to blame himself for mom's condition.

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He waved a hand, “You know–insomnia, depression or eating disorders with or without having a mark. Sometimes, they turn to become fixated with one thing or the other to cope like alcohol, drugs… worst case scenario is either suicide or a slow, descent to madness.” Her brows furrowed. “Now do tell me, Winters,” Alastor forced himself to meet her gaze with a glare of his own, “…why do you want to know?” . . . “It’s a paradox of progress: the better things get the more anxious and desperate we all seem to feel.” –Mark Manson . . . Winters clenched her jaw, “I was just thinking,” she finally grounded out. “…of what might happen to you when I leave.”

Desiree was aware that she wasn't the greatest dancer, but Sasha was such a great hype woman that she found herself moving vigorously to the beat after a few minutes, loving every bit of it. “Come on, girl. Shake that booty!” Sasha screamed, slapping her ass. Desiree complied, laughing as she did. “Oh sh*t, I've got to pee.” Sasha hissed and immediately rushed away. Desiree shook her head, glaring at her back in disapproval. Sasha had the bad habit of holding in her pee until it began to punch her bladder. Even though her hype woman was gone, Desiree was already in the mood and continued dancing alone while she waited for Sasha to return.

Caspian's POV I never imagined there’d be a day when I’d be itching to go home. But it’s been hours without Desiree, and it’s driving me insane. I always thought the whole honeymoon idea was overrated, but now I get it. Maybe newlyweds need that time together, not just to enjoy each other but to get all the obsession out of their system. Maybe then, they won’t spend every waking moment distracted, counting down the hours until they’re back together.