Begging After The End Novels & Stories

Reggie said, standing up from the bank and threw his duffle bag over his shoulder. "Yeah, let's bounce." I said in agreement, grabbing my own duffle bag. Everyone had already left. It was only the three of us left in the locker room. The fluorescent lights hummed above us, too bright, too sharp for the headache pounding behind my eyes. Reggie let out a low groan as he stretched his back. "Bro, Coach was on crack today. Why the hell did he make us run suicides again?" "Because you suck," Jasper shot back, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

How ironic that I would spend the last night of my life watching their happiness unfold. "Just a few more hours, Kathleen," I told myself. "Hold on." I knew everything would change when the truth came to light the next day. However, I would not be there to see it. This was my revenge—betting my life to make them live in regret forever. I closed my eyes and whispered, "Good night, my loved ones. May you remember for the rest of your lives that there was once a foolish woman who loved you like her life depended on it."

Watching his dramatic, heartfelt confession, I almost laughed. I tilted my head, a ghost of a smile on my face, and slowly raised my right hand, beckoning him closer with a single finger. "Come here," I said softly. Edmund's eyes lit up. He saw a lifeline in the darkness. Thinking his apology had finally moved me, he rushed forward, his face a mask of hope and elation. I looked at that greedy, pathetic face, leaned in close, and whispered in his ear, my voice gentle, yet colder than steel.

"Did I give you permission to leave? Do you really believe that you can just slip away after dragging my name through the mud? "I'm willing to be the bigger person and let you go, but you have to grovel for my forgiveness first. You can forget about leaving if you don't." Bianca's admirers immediately surrounded me upon hearing her words. "Didn't you hear Bianca? Hurry and beg for her forgiveness!" "You should get on your knees right now if you know what's good for you. Don't blame us for being rough with you if you don't." The corners of my lips twitched up into a smile as I swept my gaze over them. I pulled out a can of pepper spray from my bag and sprayed it at one of the male students wh

Determination to live a better life. *** THE END

it's a start of something big. THE END.

"I don't want anyone to hear us celebrating." THE END

“This ends now.” ***

I ran out of patience in the end and pushed the door open, stepping in to be met with the intense scene going on inside the room. Zane lay in the middle of the enormous king-sized bed, surrounded by six women. I could close the door and turn back, but my reason for coming here was more significant than whatever was happening in the room. The music stopped. The women backed away, scrambling for their clothes. I walked inside, ignoring their presence, and stood over the bed, staring down at the guy who seemed too drunk and out of his mind. “Where is my promise?” Zane groaned, looking irritated. “What promise again? Can't you see I'm in the middle of an activity? You could have waited, Buddy. T

“This is the end George” *****