All Chapters of CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

AUTHOR'S POV FIFTEEN YEARS AGO Little Zayne lay in his bed in his massive bedroom, his small body dwarfed by the imposing frame of his king-sized bed. It was supposed to be his birthday, but instead of celebrating, he was under the hot assault of the familiar fever that accompanied his nightly nightmares. It burned through him like wildfire, his skin slick with sweat that soaked the silk sheets beneath him. His mother had forbidden doctors from attending him—she trusted no one in the capital of vipers. She tended to him herself. But that night, she was not there. Zayne's eyes snapped open, yet he was not awake. He was trapped in the nightmare that had haunted him since his fifth year of life—the year he first understood what it meant to be the heir of the Blood Fang. Every night, he dreamt of ghosts with hollow eyes and throats that leaked blood. Their hands reached for him, their fingers clawing against his skin. "Bloody son of a monster," they always hissed, their voices drenc

Anna had been preparing for this moment for years and that night, the pieces were supposed to finally fall into place. She pulled out the disguises she had arranged from her bag and dressed him in a slave's dress, her hands trembling as she worked. "You will be a girl slave," she explained, her voice low. "A slave maid's daughter. Sick and weak. No one will look twice at you. Thankfully, little girls are sex slaves in this hell, so it won't seem odd." Zayne stood still as she worked, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. He was supposed to be celebrating his tenth birthday. Instead, he was being dressed as a girl to be smuggled out of the city like a piece of contraband. Anna disguised herself as a slave maid, pulling a veil over her hair and lower face. She brought out her makeup tools, always watching the door at every minute to make sure no one was coming. Her hands shook uncontrollably with panic as she applied dark shadows to create bags under her eyes and bruise effect

The shot sounded out like thunder throughout the building. Captain Varen's head snapped back, a perfect hole appearing in the center of his forehead. He released Zayne's arm and crumpled to the ground, his body twitching once before falling still.Anna grabbed Zayne's hand and ran. They sprinted through the secret passageway, heading to the flower garden pathway that led to the gates.Behind them, the sound of boots echoed through the corridors.Varen's backup."We have to make it to the gates," Anna gasped, pulling Zayne along. "We have to get out of the city. It's our only chance."They burst through another back door and into the flower garden of Blood Fang capital. The boots were getting closer and closer."They're coming," Zayne panted, his lungs burning. "Mother, they're coming for us.""I know," Anna said, her voice tight with terror. "I know, baby. Just keep running. Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop."She wanted to stop and pick him up, but even a second of stopping cou

She looked into his eyes, her gaze filled with love and sorrow."I hope you live happily," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I am sorry I had to leave you in this world to fight for yourself. I hope you find love and every happiness you deserve." A tear slipped down her cheek, and she gave him a sad, broken smile. "I love flowers, Zayne. If there's a way you can get a piece of me, bury me in a flower garden. I love you, Zayne. I love you so much.""Shoot the boy also!" the leader of the guards shouted from inside the tunnel. "He is a traitor with his mother!"Anna's eyes went wide. "But I am your mother!" she shouted for them to hear. "You can't kill me."Then she pushed.Zayne felt the blade slide into his mother's throat and the spray of her blood against his face. He tried to pull back, tried to stop it, but she kept pushing—her hand over his."I love you," she said one last time, her voice bubbling with blood. "I love you, Zayne."Then she collapsed, and the dagger went with

I unbuckled him with impatient hands and I dragged the zipper down. “Aria please not here—” “Shh. I can't hold back anymore.” I whispered softly in a sweet voice. I pressed a kiss to the hard line of his stomach through the thin cotton of his shirt and felt the muscle jump under my mouth. “Let me take care of you, Titan. You've been through so much." His cock was already half-hard when I drew it out—thick, heavy, the head wet and shining, twitching in the open air. I watched it rise for me anyway even with tears still on his face. That little speech about honoring his mother didn't stop him from getting aroused. *Being a fucking sex toy is one thing I have always been good at.He won't not be able to resist anyway.* “You’re excited for me after all.” I whispered and licked a slow stripe from base to tip, flattening my tongue along the prominent vein, tasting salt and heat and him. His whole body seized. A strangled moan tore out of his throat. “Oh God, Aria—