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2026-04-09 16:43:52
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CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG A TRAP
I opened my mouth to say something but I was completely out of words. "Oh I am sure the owner of this city will smile at the sight of a lowlife bitch bullying his precious, Aria." My blood boiled. "Owner?" I snarled, stepping into her space, using my height to try and dwarf her. However, she didn't back up nor feel small by the way she acted. I didn't expect this confrontation to be easy anyway but the fact that I am arguing like a bitch with this bitch makes me even more angry. I don't do talks like some fragile bitch. Killing her shouldn't be that hard. "You think too highly of yourself if you believe you're more important to Zayne than me. I've known him for years. He is my bloody cousin you, slut! I've bled for him. Killed for him. What have you done? Spread your legs and played damsel in distress? Precious Aria, you think Zayne is the kind of man who is easily swayed by beauty? I can kill you and feed you to my pets right in front of him and he won't bat an eye!" Her smi
CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG A SNAP OF FINGER
All of a sudden the trembling of her lips stopped and the tears vanished as if they had never existed. Manipulative bitch whore. Her tongue darted out, swiping across her split lip, tasting her own blood without flinching. "You done?" she asked. Her voice was different now, finally showing her true self, I guess. I didn't answer. My chest was still heaving, my fists still clenched, but something cold was beginning to coil in my stomach. I don't fear her but I definitely worry about how much effect eliminating her will have on Zayne. "You're not worth the mess," I heard myself say and stepped back, putting distance between us, trying to reclaim some sense of control. The room suddenly felt too large and too small at the same time and the whole space was suffocating with my frustration. The bitch laughed and wiped the blood from her lip with the back of her hand, smearing a thick red fluid across her pale skin. "Backing away? That's what I thought," she said and ro
CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG A SOFT FLOWER
Outside, I walked down the hospital corridor, fighting back tears. I can't let anyone see me this emotional. His words came back ringing in my ears. (I have accepted my fate. I know a lot of people I have wronged will be after my life. I know I have a short time left. So I decided to focus on making my dream come true before I go. You talk about power and protection. It doesn't do anything to wash away the guilt and nightmares tormenting me each time I make a dark decision. You will never understand how it feels being torn between two worlds. Living a life to be feared and to be in charge was my father's wish. Not mine. I want to be happy. My days are few... can I at least live a little before I go?) You ain't going anywhere idiot. You could have the best life here,with as many brides as you wish...and children. Brides that will make you willing to lead and fight not that bitch who is a poison to slow you down. I brushed off my tears. I will get rid of her, that's the
CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG I NEED ZAYNE
Using that moment as a distraction, the doctor tried to crawl out of the door, leaving a thick, glistening trail of blood across the white tiles like a dying slug. Idiot still fighting to escape. I moved to him on pure instinct. My hand shot out, fingers twisting into his sweat-soaked hair, and I slammed his face into the wall. The sound of it felt like a melon splitting. Wet and brutal. He crumpled with a broken groan, blood smearing beneath his ruined face. I wiped my bloody knuckles on my thigh, chest heaving in fury. “Tell me who sent you or I swear I’ll burn every traitor in this organization until the rats crawl out from the ashes. Starting with whoever’s paying you to poison Zayne. I am no in a good mood, so don’t you dare stutter.” I roared above him. Zayne exhaled slowly behind me, running a tired hand through his disheveled hair. “Interrogate him. But keep him alive. For now.” I spun on him, fury igniting in my chest like gasoline. “Keep him
CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG A LOT TO ME
"What are you talking about?" I finally found my voice. "I am tired. I am tired of it all." He said slowly as though he had an invisible load on his shoulder pulling him down. I clenched my fists. "Well, you can't be tired. You have a legacy to uphold. You are the heir and the leader of this empire. You can't just throw that power away for some pussy." "This isn't about her." He replied gently. "Well, that's very convincing with that tone." I replied sarcastically, then scoffed loudly, in frustration. "What happened to you? You spent years training, making yourself worthy to carry on this legacy. You are in your prime, a time to command nations and to rule, only for you to start talking about leaving a normal life? You are the heir, for crying out loud. I have looked up to you and to me, you are the strongest man I know." He looked away. "I don't want this... none of it. I never wanted any of this. Maybe I am not as strong as you thought. I crave something else th
CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG DISTRACTED LEADER
I didn’t release the doctor’s wrist. He continued to tremble under my hold, sweat beading on his forehead while his pulse fluttered wildly under my fingers like a trapped bird. The urge to snap it clean in two surged through me. “Venom,” Zayne spoke finally. He finally lifted his arm from his face, those dark eyes locking onto mine. Even exhausted, they carried the same gaze that had made powerful men kneel and beg for mercy. “Let him go.” I bared my teeth in a smile that wasn’t a smile at all. “He tried to kill you, Zayne. Right here, in your own hospital room. With poison I’ve seen in our own lab and you are asking me tort him go?" I gave the doctor’s arm one last vicious twist before shoving him backward. He stumbled into the wall, clutching his wrist and gasping. The doctor’s eyes darted to Zayne, pleading. "Sir...I...didn't know... I didn't..." He stuttered. “Save your lies for someone who gives a damn.” I snapped at him angrily. Without hesitating, the fool tri
CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG NOT DEAD YET
He guided the thick, ruddy head of his cock to my lips. I clenched my jaw shut. He pressed harder, the tip slick and insistent. "Open," he grunted. I refused, a muffled sound of defiance in my throat. He shifted his weight, his thumb digging cruelly into the hinge of my jaw.My mouth fell op
Last Updated : 2026-04-02CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG SORRY FOR OURSELVES
Inside the emergency room, the doors slammed open with a loud bang.“Get her on the table—quickly!” the doctor shouted.Nurses rushed to obey, the wheels of the stretcher screeching as they pushed Aria beneath the bright surgical lamps.Blood soaked through the white sheets so heavily that even the
Last Updated : 2026-04-02CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG SORE AND MUTE
Before I could blink he was on me again. He picked me up like a feather and placed me on the bed in the opposite direction of him. It would've been a 69 position, if he was going to suck my cunt - but that was never going to happen. "I'm gonna fuck your throat until it's all sore and mute.” Wi
Last Updated : 2026-04-02CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG SWALLOW
There wasn't much opportunity for me to get air. My ears and face started to turn red, while my lungs felt like they are collapsing all together. He pulled out. As the head of his cock popped past my lips, it was like uncorking a bottle.I collapsed on the floor with my mouth wide open like b
Last Updated : 2026-04-02
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