Poop Desperation Novels & Stories

"Yes Maya, I'm here." "Where were you, I woke up and no one was here". "Sorry Maya, I went home to get you some clothes and breakfast but Tom was in the waiting area when Jude drove me home." "Thanks. Can I eat"? She asked with a clear voice. I was surprised to hear that before I remembered she hadn't eaten throughout yesterday. She was busy trying to get in touch with Mark. "Ofcourse, I responded," helping her to a sitting position. She started eating her oatmeal with such speed I have never seen her eat. I knew what this was. Impulse eating. She was eating out her depression and it didn't look good. Half way through her meal, she dropped a question which confirmed my suspicion.

Yesterday’s event— the Apex Global Summit, had hosted him, and even if he had already disappeared back into whatever rarefied air he occupied, someone in that building would have handled logistics connected to him. That was a beginning… I checked the distance. It was too far to walk in my condition, and too far to pretend exhaustion would not catch up to me. I had no money, and the realization did not sting this time; it simply settled into place like another fact among many. At times, desperation alters the shape of decision-making. It removes comfort first, then pride, then hesitation. A small café stood across the street with warm light spilling from its windows and laughter rising faintl

He slapped himself repeatedly, loud cracks echoing through the room, as if trying to win my sympathy through self-inflicted punishment. "I'm not asking you to forgive me—just give me one more chance! I'll do anything for you! Anything at all! "Please, go explain things to Ashford—tell them it was all a misunderstanding! I'll do whatever you want, I'll be your servant, your dog—just please, don't ruin me…" I stopped and looked down at the man clinging to me, wagging like a desperate animal begging for scraps. "Harvey, stop performing. You don't love me. You just can't accept that everything you ever dreamed of is something I could discard without a second thought. You're not remorseful becaus

I plucked a petal from one of the roses and said casually, "The Bellini Corporation needs to go bankrupt too." … Meanwhile, in the back alley of the casino, Mattia lay where the guards had dumped him among piles of garbage. Cold rain mixed with hot tears on his face. He looked up at the gleaming building that had once been his and now belonged to me. He knew his long, hopeless road to redemption had only just begun. The rain fell harder. Mattia braced himself against the wall and struggled to his feet, soaked to the bone. He pulled out his phone, and my number filled the screen.

Any sane man would have. But what happens to my son? What happens to Darian? How do I walk away knowing that every second wasted could be the second that kills him? How do I live with myself knowing my son slipped through my fingers because I chose pride over desperation? My heart almost dropped dead in my stomach when I finally said it. The words tasted wrong. Ugly. Insane. If our positions were switched, I would have laughed too. I would have thrown the person out myself. But desperation doesn’t sound sane.

RIN POV I ran until my lungs burned and my legs gave out and I collapsed against a dumpster in an alley that smelled like rotting food and piss and desperation. The suppressant bottle was empty in my pocket and I had nothing left to take the edge off the heat that was building again under my skin and making everything feel too tight and too hot.

This was further inclination that I was knee deep in shit that I didn’t know how to handle. “That should teach you to keep your fucking mouth shut,” he growled taking a step back. “Your stupid tricks won’t work on me.” “What tricks? I haven’t even done anything.” “The ones you use on everyone. You managed to get a filthy rich billionaire obsessed with you. I wonder if your pussy is made of gold or some shit because that’s clearly the only thing he is interested in. You have the personality of drying paint.” “That’s not what you were saying when you asked to go out with me repeatedly.”

“Like I care… The fact that you want to be here, the fact that you are okay to degrade yourself this way… It’s sickening. You are a disappointment.” “Oh my god, shut up. Just fucking stop opening your big mouth. Eat your dinner and fuck off. Not that hard.” “I swear to god I am telling mum everything.” Sally’s face turned murderous at Callie’s threat. “Yeah? Go on… Tell her. You think I give a fuck? How about you go and figure out how to make rent…” “What the hell is wrong with you? You think that this is a better life? You think that being here and being a bloody dog to these animals is the way to go?”

POV: Hayley Have you ever felt so horny and frustrated that you literally beg to be screwed?? That's how I fucking feel right now. Kendrick has been killing me slowly, torturing me with lust and deep desires, he's taking me right to the edge and letting me fall down my highness without giving me my release.

Matheo muttered with dismay. "Chances are you’ll live," Zander said in a perfect Scottish accent, still typing on his laptop. Unfortunately. He could tell his compliance startled him because the great old cow cleared his throat, walked over to the seat in front of him, and collapsed into it like he’d been holding his breath for the past year. Which was pretty much what they’d all done since their family died. "We’re having an identity problem that causes ad space to tank." Matheo slapped the oak desk between them.