Begging After The End Novels & Stories

Blake's words left me speechless. I was actually amused by his shameless logic. How could he kneel there, blood still on his face from abandoning me, and demand I break my bond with Kane? The audacity was breathtaking. "You're unbelievable," I whispered, shaking my head. "Do you even hear yourself?" Blake's eyes flashed with desperation. "Aria, I'm begging you! I'll do anything!" Kane, who had been silently standing behind me, finally reached his limit. His entire body tensed, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike.

Together. THE END.

By the time I rushed to the gallery,I spotted a figure at the exit that looked a lot like Andrew. I shook it off.Probably just someone with a similar build. Inside,many of the paintings on display felt familiar.A few young she-wolves hurried past me,clutching exhibition catalogues,buzzing with excitement. "Hurry!I think Austin's up ahead—we have to get his autograph this time." "I heard this is his last exhibition ever.Miss this and there won't be another chance." I followed their gaze and found Austin easily—he towered above the crowd,head bowed,patiently signing for the wolves in front of him.

I screamed his name, but the sound was trapped in my throat. Uncle Kingsley stood behind me. The legendary billionaire, the man who could buy entire countries and crash the stock market with a single phone call, looked helpless. His billions of dollars, his royal connections, his endless power, none of it mattered. Death didn't care about money. Death didn't take bribes. Kingsley kicked a metal trash can. It crashed loudly against the white wall. "Dammit!" Kingsley cursed, rubbing his jaw harshly. He let out a dark, frustrated breath. "Looks like we only have that piece of garbage left."

, I drew a heavy cross. Twelve days left.

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.

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

Tears roll down her cheeks. “Why are you crying?” “I was thinking about bald eagles.” “Bald eagles?” I raise an eyebrow. “Bald eagles make you cry?” “They used to be endangered. But they’re not anymore. They’re so majestic and beautiful and I’m just so happy they’re not endangered anymore.” I don’t mean to laugh, but dammit, she’s so fucking adorable. “Remember how you said it wasn’t fair that I didn’t get to experience drunk-Quinn?”

At the very last second… I wondered…. “Is this the end?!”