Novel & Cerita Poop Desperation

David, now it's your turn to taste the bitter emptiness of shattered hope, to feel desperation sweep through your soul, and to watch your wolf spiral into madness.

The heat coming off her made my c*ck twitch, and without a seconds delay, I began to feast on her. What’s a game with no boundaries without a little bit of surprise? Desire was the only rule, and right now, we were breaking it in the filthiest way possible. April’s hand shot down, gripping my hair with a desperation that told me everything—she missed this, she missed me, she missed us.

He even scolded me, "It's because you have this nasty condition. You're constantly like a dog in heat, and you want me to bed you 24/7. Winter's almost here. Are you even going to harvest the crops? "The crops are all frozen to nothing in the rotten fields. We've worked all year for nothing and now we're going to have to starve!" With that, he turned and stormed off. Wiping my tears, I stood up and hurried to follow him. I knew it was my fault. He was very tolerant of me by not looking down on me. I prayed inwardly that the town doctor would cure me. Otherwise, I feared that if the doctor failed, Tom might do what the old women whispered about—the kind of cure that involved a needle and no m

When someone behind me left, he went to sit down there. He told me that this was his first time attending this class and that he had no idea he needed to reserve a seat in advance. He sat beside me because he thought that seat wasn't taken. We got to know each other because of this misunderstanding. Ever since then, we kept on happening across each other, and we gradually became closer. From classmates, we became friends, then lovers. I came with him to the Black Moon Pack to build our careers, hoping that we could build a home together there.

That is a bad joke. I lick my lips and use my fork to scrape whatever sauce is left of the meal on the plate. 12 years of starvation has taught me a bitter lesson about wastage, even now that I have excess food at my disposal. I look up to the clock hanging on the wall and stand to my feet. "Thank you all for..." I feel nausea piling up in my stomach and an unwilling urge to throw up. I cover my hands with my lips and run out of the dining room. I stop at the foot of the stairs about to climb up when I feel the vomit pushing at my throat to roll out. I won't make it all the way up this desk and into our room.

he said and sighed. "You have touched me in a terrible place, James, and I cannot let it go. People are going to start going feral within twenty-four hours. If your family members lose their minds, know it is because of James Moon, who sold his fire to keep another man's woman and refused to stick to the rules of engagement. Blame it on his incompetence and weakness. Blame it on him. I have been kind, and he has taken my kindness and patience for granted. Tell him to return my wife, and I will absorb the people who lose their minds within the twenty-four hours. I am not a wicked man, I will give him his child once she gives birth, but he must return her without his mark on her neck. Tell him

“Go wash that job-hunt stink and desperation off you. Then we’ll sit down and talk real business. I’ll break it all the way down to how the pussy-and-cash machine really runs. No fairy tales, no soft shit. Just how you turn this body into money that bites back.” Ten minutes later we rolled back into their crib. The second the door clicked shut, that thick-ass cloud hit me—weed smoke heavy, mixed with leftover perfume, stale pussy, and that unmistakable dried-cum stink hanging in the air like a signature. Sophia jerked her chin down the hallway, smirking. “My bedroom got the best shower, girl. Go wash that free-world desperation and failure sweat off your skin. Scrub hard because you still sm

I said, desperation edging my voice, that eternal debt to him feeling like crushing weight on my shoulders. "Just go ahead and name something," I said, trying to think quickly. Almost instantaneously, I saw flashes in my mind of every single possible loophole I could find in this nasty deal. Desperation continued to rise with every passing moment inside my entire being, like a tide that threatens to pull me whole and drown.

Like too big shoes that will never fit your feet and forever only give you blisters. Since he had gotten rid of hope, he had been sitting hopelessly drunk at some counter until his days would blur, and everything in them would seem even duller than before. He wore desperation like a comfortable coat and snuggled into it, he'd feel relieved, because without hope you cannot get disappointed and won’t ever disappoint anyone else.

I was at my prime age, where my needs ruled me so much that they painfully yet sweetly intruded on my daily life. One day, I went into the field to harvest some corn. The moment I stepped among the rows of corn, it felt as if I was possessed. My vision blurred, and a sudden heat surged through my veins. I knew that my sickness was back. In a panic, I tugged down my pants and instinctively pressed myself against a cornstalk, though it felt too thin to satisfy my needs. But since there wasn't anything else that could help, I had to make do. I could feel myself turning into someone I barely recognized as I slowly lost myself in the itching heat. As desire took over, only my ragged, low-pitched