Novel & Cerita Poop Desperation

I hope to God he can't hear the desperation in my voice. He spins me around and shoves me back toward the bathroom. I waste no time pulling down my jeans and squatting on the toilet. As bad as I need to go, the stream takes a minute to start with him watching. This is so damn humiliating. Made worse by the lift of Dagger's brow when I don't pee right away. The relief is so great when my body finally cooperates that it's hard not to groan. I'm sure he'd like that. I look around for toilet paper and find none. "Seriously, there's no paper?"

Often, I waited until I was starving to death, only for them to return home jolly and well-fed. Similar occurrences repeated, and I started to cook for myself like I had done in the past. Maybe because I hadn't cooked for so long, my skills had deteriorated. Right now, I could only stare at the charred toast in front of me. That night, I ate alone. The bitter taste of burnt bread filled my mouth, spreading to my heart. My eyes grew red, and I couldn't control the tears rolling down my cheeks. I recalled my parents' harsh admonitions, Blake blaming me for everything and refusing to trust me, and Remy framing me for no good reason.

She would have never had two chicken drumsticks in a single meal. Looking at the meat feast, I felt a little nauseated. I covered my mouth and left the dining table. I heard Lynn ask in her high-pitched voice, “Is Harper pregnant?” Of course I was not pregnant. How could I let that happen to me in this life? However, Lynn should have a taste of getting pregnant out of wedlock and the nervousness that came with it. It was a good day, so I took out a wine bottle from my father’s collection.

he begged, “leave me,” “Tell me who’s behind all this,” I said, “Who’s that son of a bitch,” I yelled, “I can’t, Please” he pleaded, “Just let me go,” “Tell me this, Why did you kidnap Oliva and Allen?” I asked, “I was told to do so, I couldn’t say no…” He replied, “You couldn’t say no? or You didn’t wanna miss watching them suffer?” I asked, He kept crying in pain, “You know it disgusts me to watch you cry... Have you ever thought about how much they suffered… she had three bullets in her chest and here you had only one,”

"I just found out recently. Taking what someone cherishes the most can be disastrous,it could drive one insane" "My mom doesn't Cherish me",I said challenging him. "She doesn't. But she Cherishes the money you make for her, which when she looses, she'd almost go insane!,that's what I want" "Where is your heart Mr Zuoka?",I asked staring at him. "The bullet in this gun is poisoned too, dipped into a plate of poison. The poison would eat your brains first. And as for my heart?...well,every side of it is filled with darkness, and floating round that darkness is a desire,a burning dark desire"

he paused “- absolutely nothing." "Mysterious," I sotto voce. Tesoju nodded. "The mysterious ones are not known till there’s trouble,” he said. “Let’s do our best to stay away from trouble till we leave here,” he shifted in his seat and sat forward. Mule turned around and smiled at us. I sank into my seat, ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes as my breathing became more intense. Even though Kelvin didn’t look like trouble, I knew we were definitely screwed if anything was to go down in the club tonight. We would definitely be in trouble then. And unsurprisingly, something always does.

CHAPTER 1: MY PUSSY’S PRICE TAG DEMI’S POV My laptop screen was the only light in my shitty apartment, the neon glow of the sugar daddy website a stark contrast to the peeling paint and the distant wail of a siren. I’d been scrolling for hours, my stomach a tight knot of shame and desperation. Rent was due. My student loan payment was a monster staring me down. Another "emergency" call to my parents, with their thinly veiled disappointment, was out of the question.

I whimpered, nails digging into the sheets, chest heaving with desperation. "Please..." The word fell from my lips. His hips shifted suddenly, grinding slow and deep, just enough to make me convulse around him. "Feel that? You're already choking on my cock, milking me like a desperate little slut you're. But you're not there yet, kitten. Not until I make you."

Though the desperation was starting to leak through the cracks. ​"Haven't you ever tried it with a man?"

To have the money to make problems disappear. I didn't have money. I didn't have confidence. But as I lay there, listening to the muffled bass of music thumping from the room next door, I realized I did have one thing: desperation. And desperation, as the books always said, was a dangerous motivator. I didn't know it yet, but my quiet, invisible life was about to end. And it wasn't going to be because of a blog post about flirting. It was going to be because of a deal with the devil.