Beg For Attention Novels & Stories

“You fight in your human form! Understood?!” “What? Why would I?” Bega snarls dissatisfied. “Because I say so and I'm the instructor here!” “I hate to fight a bastard,” Bega sneers as we march to the center. “Show him who you are, Bega!” The crowd cheers him on. Joan’s voice, the loudest. Bega and I stand in the center as the others round us up, but cheering only Bega on. The others that don't rate Bega don't say anything as they watch with smirks on their faces. Knowing that either way the fight goes is nothing of big concern to them.

Save you from embarrassing yourself all the time. I almost laughed out loud. Embarrassing myself? They had no idea. The untouchable Don of the Vexille family, the one who held the fate of the Falcones in his hands... was me. I didn't reply. I just tossed the phone on the desk. Then, my secure line rang. It was my advisor. "Don, tomorrow's schedule is full. At 9:30 AM, Edmund from the Falcone family will be at headquarters to discuss a partnership."

Chapter 11 The plane lifted off. Mave’s farewell words were still in my ears. Apart from, ‘goodbye’, it was a list of things I had to watch out for. ‘Was that bullshit?’ she started. ‘That story about a computer program that demands your input, or it fires Greg into the public domain?’ ‘No,’ Abe assured us. ‘It’ll make no difference. He’ll come after you.’ ‘I know. Be careful. You are closer than we.’

"The salesperson told us it was a limited edition, and only one piece was available. They wouldn't let us buy it, but somehow it ended up on Cassandra's neck. "Mandy, look at this. They give the best of everything to Cassandra. We're just fools." Vivienne's voice was thick with tears as they rolled down her cheeks once more. I took her phone and struggled to sit up, pressing my forehead against hers. "Vivi, none of this matters anymore. We need to focus on recovering. They don't care about us, so why should we care about them?" The more I spoke, the more suffocated I felt. Tears streamed down my face as we held each other tightly.

He has only left me one choice, and that is to beg harder. ===========================

The air smelled faintly of rain and new beginnings. He said, “You did good today.” I stepped close. “And so did you.” He hesitated. “Goodnight,” I said. He nodded. Then he whispered, “Stay safe.” I nodded. He left. I watched him drive away. The fundraiser wasn’t just about kids anymore. It was about redemption. And maybe—even healing.

He finally raised his eyelids and shot me a look: “You don’t know whether you can...or not?” He was super weird! I turned to push the door, but he suddenly lifted a leg and kicked the iron door, pushing it just out of my reach with a huge “bang”. I flinched back. He might be the weirdest guard as it comes, but still, he was dangerous enough to be a guard. Time for Plan B. “You see, Beta Grant sent me for a chore,” I put on a timid smile, “But he doesn’t want too much attention to it...”

This time I would finish him. "Shaurya Agnihotri starts counting your days in reverse manner. I am coming." The room heard my growling and frustration with my utmost hateful statement.

: “All of you get to your places for when the time comes, we will all keep in contact telepathically. Only talk when I say so or ask so. Understand?” ???: “........” ???: “I SAID, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!!!” ???????: “We Understand.” ???: “Good. Now leave.” After the mysterious person finished with that statement while looking at Naraja and his group that were way, way off in the distance. Peering and squinting their eyes at him. Naraja~, I’m coming for y’a. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I looked at Baby, keeping her gaze in between me and her plate. "This is going to be a fascinating one to watch." ==========================================================================================================================================================================